like the way it used to be

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Bastien's strange logic in the face of something Ronin had condemned as useless was... comforting, and surprisingly so. Pinching sand between his fingers and letting it trickle back to the beach, he glanced sidelong at his friend and conceded his point with a gentle nod. "Eventually, perhaps..." It was a difficult thing to agree with, but Ronin was no longer so unreasonable and self-absorbed in the loss of his daughter that he did not see that there was something that came after. And as Bastien continued to speak, the Dark Star gazed forward again, clearing his throat as he felt the traitorous sting of tears start to form at the corner of his eyes. "...Thank you," he said roughly, unsure how far he wanted to go in his thoughts about Aoife. Just when he thought he had built a dam against the tide of it all, things trickled through and it all came crashing down. "Should you and Rexanna ever have children, do not waste a moment with them, Bastien. Cherish every second."