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Ronin can only raise his eyebrows at that - at all of it, and when Nate's anger (or his own - he can't possibly know) lashes out like a whipcrack, if anything the Dark Star only grows colder. That isn't to say they are out of the woods - quite the opposite in fact - and cold can burn, as the Ascended before him is about to find out. Nate might be accustomed to feathers betraying fear or nerves, but that is not the case for Ronin's partial shift. Gold and crimson fan out along his shoulders and down his arms, cloaking him in fiery plumage, and there's a black and chilly sort of heat in his eyes. "Quite a proponent of life, for someone without a heartbeat," he remarks softly. "You talk about justice as if this situation was completely adrift without your wise and lofty input. But here's the thing." Ronin leans in, just a bit, just enough for the heat of the fire to roll off him. "You're right. So might I suggest you bleat and bemoan your situation to those you can fight. Don't poke lions and complain when you are bitten. It doesn't make you the bad guy - it just makes you pathetic." Ronin steps back, looking Nate up and down as if suddenly seeing a man much different to the one he has heard so much about, and scoffs out a breath. "Enjoy your evening, Nate." taliesin a long and lonesome road