RONIN
Gathering information. Pieces in play. Ronin distinctly felt like one of those pieces, but what the man before him was saying rang true for him on a lot of levels. Not all but a lot. ”Your distinct pleasure, hm?” His smile was somewhat humourless, Ronin pinching the bridge of his nose and scoffing a little as Sugar nudged at his jaw with her pale nose. He nodded. ”If it escalates,” he corrected. ”Only if.”
A good soldier knew that conflict should be the very last course of action. And Ronin liked to believe that he had been a good soldier. ”I won’t hurt my friends though, Dorian. You must know that. I would expect the same from them in return, regardless of what conflict might arise. And... I’ll speak to Remi again about this. Whoever you are, whoever Finn is - I guarantee you’re both terrible at trying to convince my husband to do anything.”
A good soldier knew that conflict should be the very last course of action. And Ronin liked to believe that he had been a good soldier. ”I won’t hurt my friends though, Dorian. You must know that. I would expect the same from them in return, regardless of what conflict might arise. And... I’ll speak to Remi again about this. Whoever you are, whoever Finn is - I guarantee you’re both terrible at trying to convince my husband to do anything.”
one more wish for you
