R O N I N
Insomnia was a bad habit that Ronin was starting to become very good friends with - and while he promised himself he would go home to Vanya in the next hour, for now he just wanted to... sit. And listen to the silence, and watch the stars drift overhead. He recognised none of the constellations and that was simultaneously enthralling and terrifying. It made him feel small, insignificant...
Ronin sighed, rubbing at his forehead where a headache was starting to brew from his muddied thoughts. He passed a hand through his dark hair and pulled his gaze away from the heavens, turning the collar up on his coat to ward off the chill. Having only the clothes on his back coming through was not... well, it was starting to become an issue, and not just for him. They'd need to find the basics soon, or the Sanctuary, as well defended as he might want to make it, would not last for long.
