goodbye, yellow brick road

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "If you jump, you know I will have to try and save you. And we both know I am in no position currently to be a hero." Ronin's voice drifted out of the mists as a low murmur, the hunter soon appearing in its wake. He wore a coat against the Leafchange chill, more prominent out here on the bridge than most places, his hands buried in his pockets, his blue eyes weary as they followed Amalia's gaze into the abyss. He fell to a halt beside the baker, both wondering at her motives for being out here but, at the same time, feeling like he understood completely. "I'm sorry, if you wanted to be alone. Say the word and I can leave you to your thoughts." Because that was why he was out here, wasn't it? He only ever came to the Bone Bridge to think, it felt.