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Ronin tutted and took another sip of his drink. "I am not a captain any longer, Remi," he told him quite simply, shaking his head and relaxing into his seat. "And as far as I know our Overseer is no longer our Overseer. But... no, you are right of course. There will always be those who believe their blood to be bluer and their right to luxury more important than another's right to basics." He scrunched his nose and stared into his mug, as if he could get rid of the notion merely by being irritated by it. Luckily, they didn't look as though they were going to linger on that (fairly depressing) notion, the hunter glancing up and smiling wryly at Remi's comment. "See, that's what I thought. Apparently Van has this whole 'safety' thing she's obsessed with. Bah." Ronin was both too tired after his training and too happy at the thought of the budding life growing within Vanya to realise that Remi's congratulations might have been a touch jaded. He raised his eyebrows as the alchemist sequestered his mug away, only to return to fill it up with whatever undoubtedly marvellous concoction he had brewed, Ronin thinking nothing of eating the berries before taking a sip - and promptly coughing at the strength of it. "Damn, Remi!" He laughed, tipping his glass in a toast. "Thank you, though. Enough of me, though. How are things?" He hadn't brought it up - on purpose - about the lion. About breaking Remi's nose, knocking him unconscious and throwing him in a bit. About why it had all happened. That was Remi's story to tell, if he ever wanted to tell it at all. ronin begin again, as the storm