[say]"I don't believe you do. But you will."[/say] She said. Reaching forward a hand that, should Ronin try and evade he'd find himself helpless to avoid, she stroked her fingers down the side of his cheek. [say]"That you would accuse me of using the woes of your life to shape you into something for my own purposes is laughable Ronin. I do not place obstacles in your path as tests. I don't darken your doorway to make your light shine all the brighter."[/say] Pausing to regard him for a moment, her chin raises ever so slightly. Defiant of his views on her.
[say]"That leaves only you. You who is using your suffering to justify your actions. Regardless of what is put into your path, it is still always up to you the sort of man you want to be. Will you really use Aoife like this? As an excuse to fight all day and drink all night? Perhaps the better question: is it even helping?"[/say] Are all the cuts and scrapes, sunburns and sand-rashes in anyway soothing the grief?
[say]"That leaves only you. You who is using your suffering to justify your actions. Regardless of what is put into your path, it is still always up to you the sort of man you want to be. Will you really use Aoife like this? As an excuse to fight all day and drink all night? Perhaps the better question: is it even helping?"[/say] Are all the cuts and scrapes, sunburns and sand-rashes in anyway soothing the grief?
