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ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets The idea of Safrin becoming angry with him hadn't even occurred to Ronin, and he opened his mouth to start to say she wouldn't - but honestly, did he even know? The hunter rubbed at his chin and sighed, blinking open his eyes to glance at Remi again. "Not yet," he said of the weapon. "She said I would have it when I next faced the creature." Providing he kept telling people about her, which was an easy thing to do in retrospect. Ruffling his hands through his dark hair, Ronin shrugged helplessly. "I'm afraid I am out of ideas," he confessed, glancing up, too, at the mention of Vanya. He should go and climb into bed with her, both to sleep off his hangover and to lose himself in her warmth for a while. Something he knew Remi wouldn't be able to do, either because Loren wasn't around or because he couldn't feel it. "Fuck," the former-captain said helpfully, then haltingly dragged himself to his feet. "Let me think on it, okay?"