an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
Ronin scoffs at that, the Huntsman taking another sip of coffee and rolling his cup between his hands. He tries not to let his hackles raise as the question is thrown back in his face, biting at the inside of his cheek as he considers his reply. "It looks like you've got a deathwish," he says simply. "After I saved your fucking life, too, after Safrin." Maybe he should soften his words, but here they are anyway, whipping out like lashes of barbed wire.
"You turn your back on one god - and y'know what, I can kind of get it, even if it was a stupid fucking idea. But to turn away from all of them? Frey had you building a gods damned safe haven - you know, to keep people safe," he says, as if the other man might have forgotten. "We were there and we agreed it when you came to Torchline, remember? But here you are, crawling around Stormbreak at the first sniff of a relic. You - the Archon of the Hollowed Grounds."
Good job on that one, by the way. That part goes unsaid, of course.
"You turn your back on one god - and y'know what, I can kind of get it, even if it was a stupid fucking idea. But to turn away from all of them? Frey had you building a gods damned safe haven - you know, to keep people safe," he says, as if the other man might have forgotten. "We were there and we agreed it when you came to Torchline, remember? But here you are, crawling around Stormbreak at the first sniff of a relic. You - the Archon of the Hollowed Grounds."
Good job on that one, by the way. That part goes unsaid, of course.
RONIN
