RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Ah, I see," Ronin says. He doesn't, really, but he understands the sentiment of it. "Oria might have helped... but then again, maybe she wouldn't have." It's not a very helpful statement, but the Huntsman is learning (slowly, granted) that he doesn't have to fix every problem that Remi has. So instead he merely hears him out, stepping forward to slip his arms around him to hold him close.
"It sounds exhausting," he says, smiling sadly. "I guess it's not like you two are living in each other's pockets any more. And with both of you in the position that you are... well, it's hard to speak to each other as just people, not with the weight of the Greatwood and the Grounds on your shoulders."
"It sounds exhausting," he says, smiling sadly. "I guess it's not like you two are living in each other's pockets any more. And with both of you in the position that you are... well, it's hard to speak to each other as just people, not with the weight of the Greatwood and the Grounds on your shoulders."
show me your darkness.
