Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
We cannot always have what we want. It was a sentiment that Ronin could understand well, too - he wanted to hold his daughter, to fuss over her and cuddle her close, needing the comfort perhaps as much as Remi, but he was hesitant, and so he merely stood awkwardly in the room, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt. "And I love you for having such a big heart, even though you would be well placed to leave, sometimes," he muttered, rubbing at his forehead.
That he had spoken to Safrin perhaps wasn't such a surprise, though as he faltered Ronin frowned at the ground. She had told him he was to become a monster - something frighteningly apparent, though he hadn't expected it so soon. "I know," he muttered. "But we... it'll be cured. We'll find a way."
That he had spoken to Safrin perhaps wasn't such a surprise, though as he faltered Ronin frowned at the ground. She had told him he was to become a monster - something frighteningly apparent, though he hadn't expected it so soon. "I know," he muttered. "But we... it'll be cured. We'll find a way."
