RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Feeling Sunjata's approach before he ever speaks - whether it's the preternatural sense of a demigod or just because the Flood casts a considerable shadow, we'll never know - Ronin glances up and offers his old friend(?) a tired smile in response. "Hey," he says, straightening up from the wall and reaching out to clap him on the shoulder. He'd have drawn him into a hug were it not for the cigarette (and the feeling that Sunjata might impulsively strike out at him after what had happened in Halo), settling instead on stepping back and opening the satchel over his shoulder.
"Here," he invites, drawing out the bottle of dark, spiced rum and offering it out to him. "I've got it on good authority - Flora's, that is - that this is some of Torchline's best. It doesn't make up for what happened, I know, but... it's as good a start as any, right?" Offering a weak smile, he lets Sunjata decide whether to crack that bottle open now or to wait for later. "I'm sorry, by the way. I didn't get a chance to properly say it at the hotsprings, but I am. We knew there would be no other way to get you up that far north, but... yeah. It's not a moment I'm proud of."
"Here," he invites, drawing out the bottle of dark, spiced rum and offering it out to him. "I've got it on good authority - Flora's, that is - that this is some of Torchline's best. It doesn't make up for what happened, I know, but... it's as good a start as any, right?" Offering a weak smile, he lets Sunjata decide whether to crack that bottle open now or to wait for later. "I'm sorry, by the way. I didn't get a chance to properly say it at the hotsprings, but I am. We knew there would be no other way to get you up that far north, but... yeah. It's not a moment I'm proud of."
show me your darkness.
