RONIN
"Heh, yeah. If you get travel sick it can be... something," Ronin agrees, following along in Maeve's wake. His hands are carefully by his sides now, though, ready to raise up or strike or otherwise move quickly should anything lunge out at them. A lopsided smile spreads across his face, though, when the conversation turns to her career, and he can't help but nod in agreement. "You're right there - a lot worse you could be doing." And a lot worse places she could be doing this at, in his experience.
He'd actually helped to build the Halenani, back in the day, and it's a memory that simultaneously warms him and grows sour in his stomach. Things had been so simple then. Clearing his throat as if to rid himself of the gloom that wants to settle around him, Ronin steps up to walk beside her. He keeps her on his left, closest to the river, placing himself between her and the rest of the jungle.
"What would you be, though?" he wonders. "If you weren't a whore, if you could do anything and go anywhere."
He'd actually helped to build the Halenani, back in the day, and it's a memory that simultaneously warms him and grows sour in his stomach. Things had been so simple then. Clearing his throat as if to rid himself of the gloom that wants to settle around him, Ronin steps up to walk beside her. He keeps her on his left, closest to the river, placing himself between her and the rest of the jungle.
"What would you be, though?" he wonders. "If you weren't a whore, if you could do anything and go anywhere."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
