wonderland

"At least one of us can stay positive, eh?" Ronin smiled weakly, holding Remi close for a moment longer as if to draw strength from the way all of this refused to get him down. Releasing him as he spoke about kings and beds, Ronin snorted and wrinkled his nose. 'King Taliesin' sounded horrendous, and he shook his head firmly against it. "I didn't mind being a captain in the military, but it doesn't feel like I really did anything to be a king. I'll keep calling myself by own name, thanks." He would have to think on the guildhall, on what he would do with it and whether he would continue to run it, but in the meantime his gaze followed Remi's to the axe. "You think?" His smile was sad, his guilt obvious. "Da or not, I hope I can at least make the Hollowed Grounds safer, so what happened to him in the Underground never happens again." Stepping away from the fence post, he moved to take the axe up again. "He dropped it in the commotion with the ROUS," he explained. "I was thinking of keeping it as a weapon myself, but... I don't really know if it'll last long, with the stuff I get tangled up in." taliesin a long and lonesome road