no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "It makes sense," Ronin said with a wan sort of smile as he gazed into the flames, finally removing his pie from the heat to take a bite out of it. He had lost enough people now that if he were sad for all of them, all the time, he would never stop. "I think, though, that we continue to hurt them, if we just make ourselves feel bad when we remember them." He shrugged, not knowing exactly what he wanted to say. "I've watched the world tick by from the stars. And it wasn't a good feeling, to see my friends and loved ones upset because they were remembering me." Falling awkwardly silent, Ronin turned his concentration to the food instead. It was delicious - as always, when it came to Amalia.