RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
Funnily enough, no one has ever offered Ronin a drink from a (glittery, personalised) waterskin and then promptly poisoned him, so perhaps he is naive in that respect. Already feeling miles better for the fresh water on his face, he scoffs at the boy's dry remark. "It's a knee-jerk reaction to introduce yourself to a stranger," he says sheepishly. "One I never grew out of, apparently." And nor does he plan to, preferring to be this rather than a don't you know who I am!? type of man.
Watching the dexterity with which Vesper flips the cards and arranges them has Ronin rapt with attention, the Knight slipping his hands into his pockets and allowing the boy to walk him visually along the path the red queen takes. He has a feeling he knows where this is going - he lives in Torchline, after all - but dutifully, as he's asked, he gestures to the card on the far right. "Here, of course," he says, smirking.
Watching the dexterity with which Vesper flips the cards and arranges them has Ronin rapt with attention, the Knight slipping his hands into his pockets and allowing the boy to walk him visually along the path the red queen takes. He has a feeling he knows where this is going - he lives in Torchline, after all - but dutifully, as he's asked, he gestures to the card on the far right. "Here, of course," he says, smirking.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
