We can easily forgive a child
who is afraid of the dark
who is afraid of the dark
Although surprised to hear about Ronin's past with Stormbreak, Zavien is immediately nodding his head, more than happy to accept any and all help. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." There's no hiding the ruined buildings, even if the collapsed government might be a little easier to disguise. But he doesn't have much time to linger on home as they're making their way through the spar.
His next punch doesn't land, but he's not too upset about it when he sees the demigod's overadjustment, letting out a breathy chuckle as he finally takes a moment to wipe dust from his pants and shrugs his shoulders of the ache starting there. "Works for me. There's already dirt mixing with my sweat." Zavien grins, feeling satisfied with the experimentation of his cuff and his new familiarity with its range. Still, he pauses, those other thoughts rising as he moves past the hesitation that's dispersed, knowing he can't go on without telling Ronin what's been on his mind.
"I'll be honest though, I had another reason for asking to meet with you..." Running a hand through his hair, his grin turns a little more sheepish. "I'm sorry about asking so much of you and the other demigods in the recent months. I can't imagine it's easy being ripped into a fight, and I hope you know that we really appreciate your help. After the fight in the Tundra..." He shrugs his shoulders, assuming he doesn't have to explain the unfortunate events and how dying has an effect on people. "I've been trying to fight smarter, and that usually means more manpower. I'm sorry if that's caused you any discomfort or frustrations." By the time he's done, there's a soft sincerity, a quiet intensity in his eyes that wills Ronin to understand - to forgive him for being too weak to do it on his own.
His next punch doesn't land, but he's not too upset about it when he sees the demigod's overadjustment, letting out a breathy chuckle as he finally takes a moment to wipe dust from his pants and shrugs his shoulders of the ache starting there. "Works for me. There's already dirt mixing with my sweat." Zavien grins, feeling satisfied with the experimentation of his cuff and his new familiarity with its range. Still, he pauses, those other thoughts rising as he moves past the hesitation that's dispersed, knowing he can't go on without telling Ronin what's been on his mind.
"I'll be honest though, I had another reason for asking to meet with you..." Running a hand through his hair, his grin turns a little more sheepish. "I'm sorry about asking so much of you and the other demigods in the recent months. I can't imagine it's easy being ripped into a fight, and I hope you know that we really appreciate your help. After the fight in the Tundra..." He shrugs his shoulders, assuming he doesn't have to explain the unfortunate events and how dying has an effect on people. "I've been trying to fight smarter, and that usually means more manpower. I'm sorry if that's caused you any discomfort or frustrations." By the time he's done, there's a soft sincerity, a quiet intensity in his eyes that wills Ronin to understand - to forgive him for being too weak to do it on his own.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
Zavien
