Won't You Be My Neighbor

It was apparent, at least to Ronin, that whatever Alistair was going through - whether it was a breakdown, a crisis, or just embracing the spontaneity of life - it still went to some dark places. The ex-captain smiled sadly and nodded in understanding. They walked the same line between the dark and the light, and while Ronin had Vanya to keep illuminating his way, he had tumbled into the shadows more than once. He took his drink from the bottle and handed it back to Alistair, smirking as he heard about the other man and Rexanna. At least they both seemed to be on the level with each other, and that's what Al sounded like he needed right now. A smile he couldn't hope to contain flashed across his face at the new moniker, Ronin accepting the bottle back and raising it in a toast. "I'm getting used to it," he said softly. "And yeah... that is what it's all about, Al. You'll have it too, one day. I'm sure of it." He sipped at the bottle before handing it back to his friend for good. ronin begin again, as the storm