RONIN
the white knight
"That only happened one time and I was a leviathan, and the ship was OK in the end," Ronin protests, though he's already grinning about it. "But in all seriousness, you're absolutely right. When Apopo last erupted the citizens on the ground were the ones who suffered above everyone else. They lost businesses, homes, possessions - the people on the front lines were actively running towards the lava." Thus proving Flora's point further.
Nodding again, he almost says it - not just the demigods - but he holds that behind his teeth. "I gave my last relic up to Sunjata to keep in King's End, since his region was so new. The other I had only worked for Ascended, and Wilde's Rapier..." He scowls deeply at that; it had gone with Pierce, likely never to be seen again, but there's nothing he can do about that now.
And it's a similar story about not being everywhere at once. "I always think about people who can't channel who might have needed me," he confesses, rubbing at the back of his neck. "But all any of us can do is our best." And even then it's not always enough, Ronin recalling the brief and bleak memory of being channelled during Longnight by Zavien, long after he'd have been able to make a difference.
Absently rolling his shoulders, as if to shrug off the weight of that lingering guilt, he glances abck to Flora, and his laughter at the all-too-real prospect of a divine arsenal rings musically from the walls. "I can't see how that would be a bad thing," he says. "And for the record... no, we're not. Not after Seren, and not after things with the void got bad. Our last conversation felt better than any we'd had in years, actually." He smiles, still hardly believing it, but appreciating it nevertheless.
Nodding again, he almost says it - not just the demigods - but he holds that behind his teeth. "I gave my last relic up to Sunjata to keep in King's End, since his region was so new. The other I had only worked for Ascended, and Wilde's Rapier..." He scowls deeply at that; it had gone with Pierce, likely never to be seen again, but there's nothing he can do about that now.
And it's a similar story about not being everywhere at once. "I always think about people who can't channel who might have needed me," he confesses, rubbing at the back of his neck. "But all any of us can do is our best." And even then it's not always enough, Ronin recalling the brief and bleak memory of being channelled during Longnight by Zavien, long after he'd have been able to make a difference.
Absently rolling his shoulders, as if to shrug off the weight of that lingering guilt, he glances abck to Flora, and his laughter at the all-too-real prospect of a divine arsenal rings musically from the walls. "I can't see how that would be a bad thing," he says. "And for the record... no, we're not. Not after Seren, and not after things with the void got bad. Our last conversation felt better than any we'd had in years, actually." He smiles, still hardly believing it, but appreciating it nevertheless.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
