RONIN
The touch of fingertips against his back and shoulders had the tension in them releasing without Ronin even having noticed it was there; a smile flickered across his face, and he finally opened his eyes to behold his goddess, as weak and flickering as she was. "Hello, Safrin," he said in a low voice, bowing his head respectfully. Once he might have made a quip about the finger painting, but... he just didn't have it in him.
"...They made me king," he continued quietly instead, rubbing at his forehead with the heel of his hand. "A dying man. I don't... Safrin, I don't know what I'm doing. Everything used to be so clear, so straightforward. But since..." Since he was brought back, he wanted to say. But he didn't want to sound ungrateful, even though he knew the goddess could see his thoughts plain as day.
"Since then, it feels like nothing I do makes any sense."
"...They made me king," he continued quietly instead, rubbing at his forehead with the heel of his hand. "A dying man. I don't... Safrin, I don't know what I'm doing. Everything used to be so clear, so straightforward. But since..." Since he was brought back, he wanted to say. But he didn't want to sound ungrateful, even though he knew the goddess could see his thoughts plain as day.
"Since then, it feels like nothing I do makes any sense."
a star in someone else's sky
