goodbye, yellow brick road

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin's brow furrowed as he considered the portal Roana had been sent through - the portal now buried beneath Spire stone. "I'm not sure... I mean. It's certainly possible - perhaps the disturbance in the woods spat out the blight along with Roana?" But he didn't think his fellow former captain was sick; he hadn't heard as much, certainly. It was infuriating, how the pieces of the puzzle seemed to be threading slowly together, but... but fuck, how did it all work? Was it the Spire? The portal? The Voice directly? Chewing at the inside of his lip and continuing to watch as Amalia paced, Ronin hummed a dark note of agreement about the Hollowed Grounds. Yes, the flora and fauna did indeed seem to be resistent to whatever the blight was. The idea that there even was a cure was starting to sound hilariously pathetic, and Ronin had to cage his laughter in the back of his throat. "I've never even seen it," he said of the Core, shrugging his shoulders. "I heard an Ascended touched it, and it was gone when all was said and done."