the things we hold are always the first to go
Raising his eyebrows, Ronin’s surprise at hearing how Deimos has become Attuned quickly faded into a wry smile. “That sounds about right, yeah,” he said, ruffling a hand through his dark hair and trying to school his expression so as not to potentially offend the warrior. “There is method to her madness at least, as you found out yourself.” He’d gone fishing for dreams on Safrin’s behalf, as well as a number of other things, and all had been worth it in the end.
But how was it treating him, having fallen from the sky? That was difficult to answer, especially given how few people had ever actually asked. “I miss my old life,” he confessed. ”I often wonder what would have happened if I had never gone to fight the demon at the Spire.” Or if he had never been brought back. “It’s complicated. I don’t want to come across as ungrateful, you know?”
But how was it treating him, having fallen from the sky? That was difficult to answer, especially given how few people had ever actually asked. “I miss my old life,” he confessed. ”I often wonder what would have happened if I had never gone to fight the demon at the Spire.” Or if he had never been brought back. “It’s complicated. I don’t want to come across as ungrateful, you know?”
