goodbye, yellow brick road

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "My job to pick it all up, though. Thank goodness I was a soldier. I'm used to cleaning up other people's messes." He tried on a wry smile for Amalia, though it faded to a look of pure befuddlement as she revealed what it was she'd brought out to the Bone Bridge. A bag of bread. Well, then. Drawn in by her contemplative expression, Ronin also found himself drawn in and trying to find meaning in the loaf, only to blink a couple of times when she continued to speak. "I don't hate you, though. And clearly I'm the only one who counts." The boyish smirk on his face spoke of votes, of decisions made as a group and ruined by a few bad choices. Still, Ronin stepped back in shock at the sudden and immediate launch of the bread into the abyss, his smirk growing into a surprised and delighted grin to hear the expletive leave Amalia's lips. "Fuck you Zariah, indeed," he agreed warmly, raising a brow at hearing it was his turn, apparently. "Oh," he said, leaning up to collect one of the loaves, weighing it in his hand like a stone. Lighthearted as he had been at first, something truly black flickered across his face as he considered his words, and he threw the bread as hard as he was able over the side of the bridge. "Fuck you, Voice!" he yelled. "And fuck your fucking Spire!"