Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Ronin let out a dark chuckle, though he hesitated to say how right the stranger might be. He was certainly dying (one way or another) but he didn't know if other who were sick shared the same fate. "It... does seem to be going around," he said softly, unsure that he wanted to really break it to the other man that it wasn't a cold he was suffering from - probably. Because Ronin might be wrong, right? No need to worry anyone if it turned out that it was just a nasty illness.
"It's nice to meet you too." His smile warmed a touch; Sascha's was contagious, it appeared, and even having someone to sit with was soothing despite himself. "Me? Since the beginning of Leafchange, I think," he said. "Thank you for the offer, but you needn't trouble yourself. The company is nice enough - though it would be good if it was a little less dreary in here, don't you think?" He smirked.
"It's nice to meet you too." His smile warmed a touch; Sascha's was contagious, it appeared, and even having someone to sit with was soothing despite himself. "Me? Since the beginning of Leafchange, I think," he said. "Thank you for the offer, but you needn't trouble yourself. The company is nice enough - though it would be good if it was a little less dreary in here, don't you think?" He smirked.
