I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin's thoughts are a mire, and trying to parse through them is like walking through sludge. Somehow, though, that doesn't slow the racing of his mind at all, and as he sits at the edge of the Northaven, one foot trailing in the water, he barely registers the passage of time. He doesn't notice that it's now mid-afternoon or that the sun has been beating down on him for a while, he doesn't notice the wings still draped listlessly against the deck, or the way he's picked a hangnail raw on one of his fingers.
In the distance he swears he can see the faint indigo pulse of Starfall against the clean, endless blue of the Arclight and the cloudless sky, and unsurprisingly, that doesn't make him feel any better. Turning away from it, he angles himself to gaze back towards the shore, to the coast and Haulani and the people still living and fighting and doing their best to push back against The Family, even without being part of the front line.
Groaning and rubbing at tired eyes, the Knight finally starts to get to his feet, to take himself into the shade of the houseboat if nothing else.
In the distance he swears he can see the faint indigo pulse of Starfall against the clean, endless blue of the Arclight and the cloudless sky, and unsurprisingly, that doesn't make him feel any better. Turning away from it, he angles himself to gaze back towards the shore, to the coast and Haulani and the people still living and fighting and doing their best to push back against The Family, even without being part of the front line.
Groaning and rubbing at tired eyes, the Knight finally starts to get to his feet, to take himself into the shade of the houseboat if nothing else.
RONIN
