the dying sun illuminates so much

Safrin Reaching forward, Safrin would pull Ronin to her. Often she appeared slight and small, lithe and long-limbed. Now though she was large enough to enfold him into the cosmos of her being, arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders. "Everyone walks into death alone, sugar. It doesn't matter how many stand around. And it was quick...a flame blown out. She felt nothing." This was said into the dark of his hair, and though she knew it would make nothing better, to know that at least she hadn't suffered should alleviate some of his ache. So she hoped. "You can be like Remi is. A log left in a fire, burned and yet still appearing whole. But when those logs are poked, they turn to ash, their cores entirely gone. Or you can burn outwards, as you were always meant to. I would not take away your anger or your grief Ronin, but I'd also not see you destroyed by it." With a small smile on her lips she added, "Or any more of my temples."