there is always hope
"It does sound like a very Zariah thing to do. I wonder if anyone has ever gotten addicted to it?" In Ronin's experience, people could turn damn near anything into a drug if they tried hard enough. He follows after Remi through the undergrowth, stretching his arms above his head and savouring the crisp feel to the air, the way the sun dapples his skin. The pinecone goes tumbling into the undergrowth and the Star picks up his faith enough that he can sling his arm lazily about Remi's shoulders.
The alchemist is more carefree lately, and Ronin is here for it. "If only I had kept up shooting arrows, huh? Could have tipped them with the sap, and made everyone hallucinate." He sighs, like he's lamenting it - discounting, of course, the fact that the person would also have a fucking arrow embedded in them.
"Last time I was doing this, I was out here with Jigano. I can't even remember why he wanted the sap," he confesses.
The alchemist is more carefree lately, and Ronin is here for it. "If only I had kept up shooting arrows, huh? Could have tipped them with the sap, and made everyone hallucinate." He sighs, like he's lamenting it - discounting, of course, the fact that the person would also have a fucking arrow embedded in them.
"Last time I was doing this, I was out here with Jigano. I can't even remember why he wanted the sap," he confesses.
