RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Ronin bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste copper, because he'd be lying if he said he hadn't also considered the same thing. And perhaps in the future, should the rarest of his abilities ever develop that far, he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to use it without thinking of what could have been. Sniffing and glancing down at Seren as Safrin bids him to look at their daughter, his smile is a brief and sorrowful thing, soon overtaken by the grief that clutches like a fist around his heart.
Not expecting Aoife's name to leave her lips - or for the thought of his other daughter, dead and long gone, to hit as hard as it does, Ronin does his best to keep his voice mostly steady when he speaks. "What if I can't do it?" he whispers, his fingers flinching in her own. "What if I'm not--" Not strong enough to do this again? Not brave enough to keep going after losing another child? Not good enough to do Seren proud this one last time?
Not expecting Aoife's name to leave her lips - or for the thought of his other daughter, dead and long gone, to hit as hard as it does, Ronin does his best to keep his voice mostly steady when he speaks. "What if I can't do it?" he whispers, his fingers flinching in her own. "What if I'm not--" Not strong enough to do this again? Not brave enough to keep going after losing another child? Not good enough to do Seren proud this one last time?
show me your darkness.
