(se) and so the best that I can do is pray (open)

"I believe it." Ronin laughs, slumping back in his chair to watch the Hali and his son. "Excuse me, my cooking is perfectly up to par. Granted, yours is absolutely going to be better, but still." Grinning, he falls quiet a bit to listen to the hum vibrate in Saiden's chest. Mateo is helpless to stay awake with it - along with the rocking, obviously - and soon enough the babe is fast asleep again, nestled close against the sailor's chest. And Ronin has nearly dropped off, too. "Do you ever think about it?" he asks softly, his tone quiet and relaxed, the creak of the chair a gentle and rhythmic noise in the background. "Having children, I mean. Did you ever want a family?" Ronin imagines he already knows the answer, given how big a family the Hali came from, but he still has to ask. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.