like the way it used to be

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "You know, I rather thought so too," Ronin said of the handsome fellow in his sketch, grinning and carefully rolling up the parchment that he could speak to Bastien properly. A smile flickered across his face as he spoke about the Artist's Sanctuary; he remembered well the times at his own guildhall, at feeling like part of a group, feeling as though things were clicking into place. And Bastien deserved all that happiness and more. But the sudden turn in conversation, the way the spotlight was suddenly on Ronin? His eyes widened a bit, the Dark Star quite unsure what to say. "Uh... I mean, I'm flattered," he said; an ambassador for the Sanctuary certainly sounded shiny. "I don't know if I am that person any more though, Bastien... Talented and charismatic are not words I would really associate with myself these days. I don't know if I would be able to take that on - I'm sorry."