RONIN
Unable not to smile as his daughter's painting became a part of the shrine forever, Ronin glanced up as Safrin approached, his eyes closing under her gentle touch. She felt safe, even though they were both dying - even though it was precisely because she was dying that he was suffering the same fate. "It would be nice if it did," he said gently, his smile turning lopsided before he opened his eyes to gaze up at her.
"It would mean doing things, and not doubting them," he murmured. "It would mean believing that I was taking the right course, without wanting to look over my shoulder to check that everything I hold dear is still standing." His brow furrowed and Ronin sighed. "I'm being silly, I know."
"It would mean doing things, and not doubting them," he murmured. "It would mean believing that I was taking the right course, without wanting to look over my shoulder to check that everything I hold dear is still standing." His brow furrowed and Ronin sighed. "I'm being silly, I know."
a star in someone else's sky
