the baffled king composing hallelujah
"It is the best direction, so I've heard. To heal and to better oneself." Ronin smiled, though there was an understanding to his expression that told he was still very much walking that road himself. And it was rough, at times. Tilting his head back to gaze up at the mist hazed sky, he found himself smiling even though thinking about what had happened to his goddess and what Zariah had said caused knots to tighten in his stomach.
"She threatened my child," he said flatly. "And Safrin... she is hurt, from helping a group at the Spire. I wasn't able to help, and I feel guilty for that."
And yet... and yet it wasn't all bad, and the warmth in Ronin's eyes said so. "Remi and I are making a go of things," he said quietly. "He... ah, he actually asked if I would marry him."
"She threatened my child," he said flatly. "And Safrin... she is hurt, from helping a group at the Spire. I wasn't able to help, and I feel guilty for that."
And yet... and yet it wasn't all bad, and the warmth in Ronin's eyes said so. "Remi and I are making a go of things," he said quietly. "He... ah, he actually asked if I would marry him."
