no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving And still the tale held more tragedy; Ronin had only met Adam once or twice, but the man had been everything Ronin was in another life. Roguish, charming, a little silly - he had liked him. Granted, not enough to feel even an ounce of the grief that was clearly gripping Amalia, but still. He let out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair and tilting his head to rest it against the Shield's. "We cremated Aoife, when we first got here. No funeral, no words, nothing. Didn't want to remember her," he confessed. "But it wasn't the right thing to do... I realised that too late. Now even though her body is gone, I made her a marker on top of the cliffs by the lighthouse. Maybe... I don't know. Maybe we can do the same for you, with Adam and Peter?"