and on to the glory at my right hand
Letting out a soft sigh of relief, Ronin casts a grateful look towards both Sunjata and Deimos for their combined efforts in drying him off and warming him up, the Knight adjusting his coat and tugging at his sleeves. Able to better focus on everything happening now, he winces to hear the Flood's hesitant near-plea not to be within touching distance of the Reaper a second time. "Of course," he says. "It was only a thought." There were other ways they might go about things - and would need to, apparently, given the sudden information about Hotaru.
Even with his attempts to mend the bridges he'd burned down, naturally the Knight doesn't feel nearly the same spike of horror and concern for the Valkyrie that the others do, though he steps forward now to slip an arm around Remi; having flown here with Sunjata and the brief scuffle they'd just had, suffice to say he's feeling the distance between he and his husband now. "It would cure her," he urges. "Though, and I mean this without any amount of disrespect, Jata... I feel as though Hotaru will be a lot more difficult to trick into coming up here."
Even with his attempts to mend the bridges he'd burned down, naturally the Knight doesn't feel nearly the same spike of horror and concern for the Valkyrie that the others do, though he steps forward now to slip an arm around Remi; having flown here with Sunjata and the brief scuffle they'd just had, suffice to say he's feeling the distance between he and his husband now. "It would cure her," he urges. "Though, and I mean this without any amount of disrespect, Jata... I feel as though Hotaru will be a lot more difficult to trick into coming up here."
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