RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
Ronin's eyes close as well, the Knight frowning gently as he listens, and the sigh he gives suggests that it could be any number of things. "Or maybe he reacted really well, and that just set her up to expect the same celebration from everyone," he echoes quietly. Kissing Remi again on the cheek this time before finally sitting back enough to slouch on the sofa, he pinches the bridge of his nose as if that might help him to focus better.
"You don't have to be there," he says, "but I'd appreciate it if you lurked nearby in that nice way that you do. For wraithly support, you know?" He peeps one eye open, managing a faintly amused smile that fades again near instantly at Remi's next remarks.
It takes a long few moments for Ronin to respond, letting the weight and guilt of the Bastion's words settle in his skin like sunlight on a Longheat morning. "...I think that happens to everyone," he admits. "I don't know if there's a parent alive that didn't pass down their damage to their children somehow. I'm not saying that makes it right or that we shouldn't try to be better, but..."
But he'd received his own fair share of issues from his parents, and among all those they know, it's likely a similar story.
"I think if we'd truly done that," he decides at last, "at least on this occasion, then our children would be petrified of the gods entirely. And based on the fact that Flora just agreed to be a demigod for Safrin, I'm quite sure that fear didn't rub off on her."
"You don't have to be there," he says, "but I'd appreciate it if you lurked nearby in that nice way that you do. For wraithly support, you know?" He peeps one eye open, managing a faintly amused smile that fades again near instantly at Remi's next remarks.
It takes a long few moments for Ronin to respond, letting the weight and guilt of the Bastion's words settle in his skin like sunlight on a Longheat morning. "...I think that happens to everyone," he admits. "I don't know if there's a parent alive that didn't pass down their damage to their children somehow. I'm not saying that makes it right or that we shouldn't try to be better, but..."
But he'd received his own fair share of issues from his parents, and among all those they know, it's likely a similar story.
"I think if we'd truly done that," he decides at last, "at least on this occasion, then our children would be petrified of the gods entirely. And based on the fact that Flora just agreed to be a demigod for Safrin, I'm quite sure that fear didn't rub off on her."
because the world is on fire
