when you wish

please just don't forget me "Yes, I suppose so," Ronin murmured in return, a gentle and damned near adoring smile on his face at the thought of what his friends had done for him both before and after his death. He laughed quietly as she spoke of the Spire and the fight he'd ultimately given his life to win. "But it was," he said quietly. "All I know is the fight. From when I was small right up to when I was dropped here. I made this my war. At least now it is over." As far as he was aware anyway. He stumbled and laughed softly as he was nudged, shaking his head. "I feel like quite the anomaly, when you put it like that. My body being new, too... is that why I feel so weak?" Ronin gazed down at his hands; it was like he remembered everything he had learned and trained, but his body no longer felt capable of following his instructions. I suppose we will see, Safrin said, and Ronin could only nod in agreement. Offering her a lopsided smile, he shrugged to her and ruffled a hand through his hair. "Well," he said. "I was willing to pledge myself to you before - that certainly hasn't changed. I'm here, and I'm ready. What would you have of me?"