RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Blinking around at the greeting - it's not unusual to be recognised, but he'd know that accent anywhere - at the sight of Sunjata (soaked, tattooed, and hauling a crate around like it's fuck all) Ronin can't help but grin in return. "Hey, Jata," he calls back, finishing with hefting the wood out of the road and giving the young men a nod as if to tell them they should be able to move their carts now.
"I was headed to Castaway when I noticed..." He gestures at the mayhem all around. "Still feeling the after-effects of the void, huh?" His smile fades a bit, and he steps out of the road to let the carts pass by. "It's just me," he adds, as if to help put the Flood at ease. "Sorry about... you know. If I could help it I'd not lose my mind all season, y'know?"
"I was headed to Castaway when I noticed..." He gestures at the mayhem all around. "Still feeling the after-effects of the void, huh?" His smile fades a bit, and he steps out of the road to let the carts pass by. "It's just me," he adds, as if to help put the Flood at ease. "Sorry about... you know. If I could help it I'd not lose my mind all season, y'know?"
show me your darkness.
