like the way it used to be

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin could only nod in quiet agreement at Bastien's words, unsure quite when his friend had become so wise in his ways. (It was the marriage, he bet). "It will," he murmured. "...And it did, yes. I wish I could say that the majority of it came out then, but in truth that was just shock. There's a fire been set in me since that day, and though I want to do good--" Safrin has told me to, "I don't know when it will all come roaring out." He rubbed at his forehead, glancing to the Ascended and smiling sadly. "Is it not obvious?" he said. "It came out as anger at the gods, but... it's myself who bears the brunt of that fury. I wasn't there. I didn't do anything to stop it. I didn't spend enough time with her, or tell her how special she was, or make sure every single day of her life was wonderful. I'm angry at myself, Bastien, for all of the ridiculous reasons of grief. Knowing it is unproductive does little to calm me down."