I will fight the end
Ronin didn’t honestly care whose idea it had been - he was somewhat beyond caring who the credit for something belonged to, as long as the results were worthwhile. Besides, it seemed as though they suddenly had something much more interesting to discuss; having led them along the upper floor of the guildhall, there was effectively nothing more to really show Loren, so Ronin stood facing the Launceleyn with cold blue eyes, awaiting his response.
And when it came, he couldn’t help but sigh with a touch of disdain. Oh, he understood why in the logistical, technical sense. He just didn’t know why Loren couldn’t have found other ways to get the information that he’d wanted. As for the rest... well. Ronin wasn’t buying it. ”He didn’t remember you - he can’t have been hurting too much. You wanted to spare yourself more pain, Loren. We both know that.”
Wondering why he had even asked by now, he rubbed at his forehead and shrugged. ”Was there anything else? This is about everything we have prepared.”
And when it came, he couldn’t help but sigh with a touch of disdain. Oh, he understood why in the logistical, technical sense. He just didn’t know why Loren couldn’t have found other ways to get the information that he’d wanted. As for the rest... well. Ronin wasn’t buying it. ”He didn’t remember you - he can’t have been hurting too much. You wanted to spare yourself more pain, Loren. We both know that.”
Wondering why he had even asked by now, he rubbed at his forehead and shrugged. ”Was there anything else? This is about everything we have prepared.”
'til the end is here
