[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "You think?" Ronin managed a wan smile at that. His daughter had been born with a full head of dark hair, and her eyes when she opened them... Ronin was certain he saw the whole cosmos in there, but perhaps that was just how every father felt when they looked at their child. "If that is the case, though, I should find it easier to talk to her than anyone else... I hope I can do right by her." Because he wasn't, not right now and not for either Vanya or Aoife. But he was trying. Fiddling at a loose thread on the hem of his shirt, Ronin stared deeply into the flames. "Just us, if you don't mind. And... thank you, Remi. For coming back here with me, for taking care of Aoife. For just... being there. I don't think I would have been able to do this alone."