I swear I still believe but I don't know
Humming out a sound that toes the line between pleasure and pain as he feels one of the knots in his shoulders release under Remi's touch, Ronin huffs out a sigh of relief and sits all too willingly on the floor of the shower. Tipping his head forward, his dark hair plastered to his face, he closes his eyes despite the Bastion kindly adjusting the flow of the water. "I really don't know," he says of the captain, turning as instructed and frowning as he tries to make himself think of those awful few moments in the woods when he'd found them.
"He looked as if he'd been skewered a few times by that sword." Enough that it hadn't automatically killed him with its magic, it seemed, judging as well by the amount of blood that had been soaking into the earth. "I'd say to ask Flora, but she'd probably lie and say yes whatever actually happened." The other option, of course, is to ask Jack directly, but if Flora is likely to lie about it, then Jack would have to tell the truth accidentally in comparison.
"He looked as if he'd been skewered a few times by that sword." Enough that it hadn't automatically killed him with its magic, it seemed, judging as well by the amount of blood that had been soaking into the earth. "I'd say to ask Flora, but she'd probably lie and say yes whatever actually happened." The other option, of course, is to ask Jack directly, but if Flora is likely to lie about it, then Jack would have to tell the truth accidentally in comparison.
the white knight
