goodbye, yellow brick road

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving To hear his own expletives echoing back at him, not just from the deep abyss beyond the bridge, but from Amalia as well... Ronin found himself grinning without intending to. "Oh it absolutely bore repeating," he agreed with a nod, reaching down for another stale loaf of bread. There was a fire in his belly now, ignited by the freedom to feel, to be angry and petty and fearful and sad about all the things they had to bottle up so hard. The next loaf sailed off the side of the bridge, hurled with all of Ronin's strength. Fuck you, Longnight!" he yelled this time, his voice hot with emotion. The longest night, the one that had stolen the woman he had loved, and delivered the most precious thing he had ever held into his arm. Breathing deeply, he glanced back to Amalia. "So you come here often, to do this?" he asked. "Does it help...?"