dig a little deeper

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "Based on the symptoms of this particular ailment, and the fact that my blood apparently has a defence mechanism now, I am very glad that this has nothing to do with babies," Ronin quipped back to Phoebe with a small smile. He helped pack everything away once he had cleaned her up, rising to his feet again and sighing; he had wanted to know more, yes, but he hadn't quite expected this meeting to take a turn towards shattering glass. "The function... of the explosion?" he asked, feeling suddenly rather stupid. Explosions were there to... explode. To distract or cause harm, mostly. "I'm afraid I really don't, Phoebe. That's more Remi's expertise, though if you wanted to speak with him I'm sure he'd be happy to, especially if you mention it's for research on the blight." As for Frey, he could only smile weakly and shrug his shoulders. "Sometimes all we can do is try," he said. "You'll never be able to deliver every single thing you promise. Sorry, Phoebe."