the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin would have liked to have said that it was like a weight off his shoulders, saying it all out loud. But the reality of it twisted low in his stomach, the hunter scowling off into the glade as Safrin spoke. ”Now...? Now I just feel guilt. And shame. I’m better than what happened - better than what I did to everyone.” He shook his head. ”But I’m afraid too. I killed someone once... What if that means I would do it again? If Aoife is taken again, or if someone else threatens the people I love...”
Amalia was the Shield of Safrin - the true guardian of life. Ronin? He was just a star plucked out of the sky. A mistake who couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted to be and to do.
Amalia was the Shield of Safrin - the true guardian of life. Ronin? He was just a star plucked out of the sky. A mistake who couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted to be and to do.
