RONIN
THE DARK STAR
His eyes slip close, leaning into the touch against his cheek; it's easy, right now, to promise Safrin everything. Because as far as Ronin knows, his future is one without Remi, and so that leaves him in freefall to soar in Safrin's wake. "Always," he repeats, his blue eyes opening again so he might gaze down at her and listen as talk turns to Stormbreak and the Order. While he still dislikes the Eye - and the way his gaze darkens at the mention of him is evidence enough of that - he can certainly appreciate what his goddess has to say.
Changes. Make the Order strong. Live out a life of your own making. Put like that it sound easy, simple and wonderful, even if that life feels very far out of reach right now. Ronin nods to Safrin, and the starlight that fractures out of him softens somewhat as his resolve settles in his bones. "Then I had better get this done. And I ought to get going, too." He imagines he will need to fly back to the cliffs of Stormbreak; it isn't something he has done before, but that's never stopped him.
Changes. Make the Order strong. Live out a life of your own making. Put like that it sound easy, simple and wonderful, even if that life feels very far out of reach right now. Ronin nods to Safrin, and the starlight that fractures out of him softens somewhat as his resolve settles in his bones. "Then I had better get this done. And I ought to get going, too." He imagines he will need to fly back to the cliffs of Stormbreak; it isn't something he has done before, but that's never stopped him.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
