I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin snorts, though there's no humour in it. "Fuck you too," he mutters, gazing out across the ocean. Once upon a time he would have relished this; to hear the waves again, slapping against the shore; to listen to the sea birds (and perhaps try to spot an osprey); to sail or swim; to teach their daughter all about where her mother had come from...
Enough of that. "They just pluck us up and put us down wherever," he says, a growl edging his voice at the thought of Safrin and the other gods. "They just can't leave well enough alone." Because honestly, without Safrin's interference there would be no Aoife. He'd never have fallen in love with his perfect daughter, and it wouldn't hurt so much.
Scoffing at the prospect of a Ludo illusion, Ronin shrugs. "I was more than half naked back then," he pointed out.
Enough of that. "They just pluck us up and put us down wherever," he says, a growl edging his voice at the thought of Safrin and the other gods. "They just can't leave well enough alone." Because honestly, without Safrin's interference there would be no Aoife. He'd never have fallen in love with his perfect daughter, and it wouldn't hurt so much.
Scoffing at the prospect of a Ludo illusion, Ronin shrugs. "I was more than half naked back then," he pointed out.
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