the things we hold are always the first to go
"A starboy? You say that like there might be multiples of me. I promise, the illusion is just that." So saying, Ronin let his astral projection flicker and fade as he gazed upon the training grounds with Ashe. He had noticed her deflection - when didn't she deflect? - but he was too tired, too wound up to dig deeper. He had asked, she had decided not to open up. Story of his life.
"That one deserved what it got." He narrowed his eyes half playfully at the training dummy and its missing head, rolling his eyes a bit as she nudged him. Where to fucking begin? "Well," he said, "between Zariah going missing and the box of frogs that has opened... I'm not well, Ashe. Something happened at the Spire and Safrin threw herself into it. She has the blight now... and so do I. I don't know if you've heard about it."
"That one deserved what it got." He narrowed his eyes half playfully at the training dummy and its missing head, rolling his eyes a bit as she nudged him. Where to fucking begin? "Well," he said, "between Zariah going missing and the box of frogs that has opened... I'm not well, Ashe. Something happened at the Spire and Safrin threw herself into it. She has the blight now... and so do I. I don't know if you've heard about it."
