the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin had to bite his tongue against the objections that threatened to spill from his lips, and he gazed across at Amalia and almost winced at her comments. It wasn't that he disagreed with her (though he didn't believe for a second that he had earned anything), but he didn't know how much good provoking the Voice would do.
Then she mentioned Ashetta and anything more that she said fell on deaf ears. Ronin's hand found his chest, rubbing guiltily at the space over his heart like it hurt him, and he frowned at the floor. "Stop. Please," he muttered. "We mean no quarrel with you. If you are not involved with the blight, perhaps it would be good to tell people. Else they will spread their stories until they are out of control."
Ronin did not take well to the mention of the woman he called a sister, especially at the reference to the sacrifice she had made. Ashe was gone and he didn't know why. Perhaps her sacrifice had killed her, and now... well. Now he was all that was left.
Then she mentioned Ashetta and anything more that she said fell on deaf ears. Ronin's hand found his chest, rubbing guiltily at the space over his heart like it hurt him, and he frowned at the floor. "Stop. Please," he muttered. "We mean no quarrel with you. If you are not involved with the blight, perhaps it would be good to tell people. Else they will spread their stories until they are out of control."
Ronin did not take well to the mention of the woman he called a sister, especially at the reference to the sacrifice she had made. Ashe was gone and he didn't know why. Perhaps her sacrifice had killed her, and now... well. Now he was all that was left.
