RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
It's with a curious mix of relief and empathy that Ronin grimaces to hear Sunjata explain how things have been since he'd been cured of the infection, the Knight adjusting the satchel on his shoulder and burying his hands back in his pockets. "It sounds like a lot," he says softly. "Take it easy on yourself though, yeah? I know how it went down in the end, but you were fucking brave to invite Dahlia into that refuge by yourself. Don't let what happened take away from that."
Giving him a gentle nudge as he follows him into the former-Slagveld, Ronin doesn't expect the laughter or the sudden fondness in Sunjata's expression, and he finds himself suppressing a chuckle of his own. "Places hold a lot of memories for people," he points out, gazing at the skeleton of what had once been the boxing ring. "That's probably why no one has taken it. And it's also why I'd never presume to do it without asking you first. We should spar once it's up and running, though. Least I can give you is the honour of training first, mm?" He grins.
Giving him a gentle nudge as he follows him into the former-Slagveld, Ronin doesn't expect the laughter or the sudden fondness in Sunjata's expression, and he finds himself suppressing a chuckle of his own. "Places hold a lot of memories for people," he points out, gazing at the skeleton of what had once been the boxing ring. "That's probably why no one has taken it. And it's also why I'd never presume to do it without asking you first. We should spar once it's up and running, though. Least I can give you is the honour of training first, mm?" He grins.
show me your darkness.
