the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin had been here before. It felt like it, anyway - the landscape was different, the training dummies were a lot shabbier and he was a fallen star now, but the rest was the same. Something dark and thorny prickled deep in the pit of his stomach, a helpless frustration about the way things were panning out.
A hunt had gone wrong and Emmett was dead, and Ronin had failed to save him. Ashe had come back after being lost, alone, and Ronin had done nothing. Zariah was queen and then not queen, and Edy had pushed every button going, and Jigano had--
Ronin shook his head, forcibly clearing his thoughts and striking the head clean off one of the dummies with a right hook. Swearing, he booted it across the training grounds and told himself he would fix it later. Running his fingers through his hair, the hunter retired to one of the benches to sit with his head in his hands. In the meantime, the astral projection of himself continued to run the obstacle course around them; he was doing all he could to get used to simultaneously controlling it as he went through his day.
A hunt had gone wrong and Emmett was dead, and Ronin had failed to save him. Ashe had come back after being lost, alone, and Ronin had done nothing. Zariah was queen and then not queen, and Edy had pushed every button going, and Jigano had--
Ronin shook his head, forcibly clearing his thoughts and striking the head clean off one of the dummies with a right hook. Swearing, he booted it across the training grounds and told himself he would fix it later. Running his fingers through his hair, the hunter retired to one of the benches to sit with his head in his hands. In the meantime, the astral projection of himself continued to run the obstacle course around them; he was doing all he could to get used to simultaneously controlling it as he went through his day.
