Damien
there's some good in this
world worth fighting for
world worth fighting for
Damien’s gaze lingered on the wreck, on the ribs of timber jutting at the sky. At Ronin’s mention of the fire, his mouth pressed into a thoughtful line. “Then it’s still standing for a reason,” he said finally. “Places like this… they take the hits, they burn, they fall apart. But they’re still here. Might even be stronger for it, once you build it back up.”
Aria pawed at a charred splinter near the threshold, nose wrinkling before she bounded back to his heel. Damien watched her settle as though she’d given her verdict on the place already. He glanced back to Ronin, the faintest curl of a smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. “You’ll get plenty of volunteers once the doors open. People like to hit something that can’t hit back.” He nodded to the dummy in the wheelbarrow.
The words carried an edge of wry humor, but no judgment; if anything, there was a current of understanding beneath it. He gave Ronin a small nod, solid and simple. “Yeah, just let me know. I’ll be here—for the roof, or the ring.”
With that he shifted his weight, ready to move on, Aria falling into step at his side. “See you soon, Ronin.”
fin
Aria pawed at a charred splinter near the threshold, nose wrinkling before she bounded back to his heel. Damien watched her settle as though she’d given her verdict on the place already. He glanced back to Ronin, the faintest curl of a smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. “You’ll get plenty of volunteers once the doors open. People like to hit something that can’t hit back.” He nodded to the dummy in the wheelbarrow.
The words carried an edge of wry humor, but no judgment; if anything, there was a current of understanding beneath it. He gave Ronin a small nod, solid and simple. “Yeah, just let me know. I’ll be here—for the roof, or the ring.”
With that he shifted his weight, ready to move on, Aria falling into step at his side. “See you soon, Ronin.”
fin
