the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin couldn’t help but wince under the weight of his goddess’s gaze, Ronin frowning at the ground and ruffling impatient fingers through his hair. ”You’re right, of course. I suppose I just expected more of myself...” Sighing a cloud of white into the cold air, he let his hands drop to his lap. Something dark and complicated stole over his expression at Safrin’s continued probing, and Ronin gave a rough shrug.
”I would. I would kill someone if they threatened my family, or the things I care about dearly.” He nodded. ”And we have talked about it. I seem to have learned very little from that last conversation. I’m sorry.” Perhaps coming to Safrin had not been such a good idea. He had walked away from their previous conversation vowing to take control of his own destiny. And yet, here he was again.
”Amalia is the Shield of Safrin - she wouldn’t tolerate killing. Why would you?” Honest and sad and confused, Ronin felt more child than fallen star before her.
”I would. I would kill someone if they threatened my family, or the things I care about dearly.” He nodded. ”And we have talked about it. I seem to have learned very little from that last conversation. I’m sorry.” Perhaps coming to Safrin had not been such a good idea. He had walked away from their previous conversation vowing to take control of his own destiny. And yet, here he was again.
”Amalia is the Shield of Safrin - she wouldn’t tolerate killing. Why would you?” Honest and sad and confused, Ronin felt more child than fallen star before her.
