the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin didn't know why, but being called not-man struck a chord deep within him that didn't sit well - probably because of how true it was. He forced himself to take a deep, calming breath, straightening up to stand at Amalia's side, as though presenting a united front might mean anything to the goddess before them.
"How are we alike?" he asked before he could stop himself, his fists clenching at his sides unconsciously. He reconsidered his words. "We did not mean to trouble you, or this shrine. I'm sorry if we disturbed you by coming here."
"How are we alike?" he asked before he could stop himself, his fists clenching at his sides unconsciously. He reconsidered his words. "We did not mean to trouble you, or this shrine. I'm sorry if we disturbed you by coming here."
