no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Not all of them good, Ronin echoed back with a lopsided smile and a shrug of his shoulders. Really it was absurd, ridiculous, magical, all other manner of words to describe becoming a luxere at the whim of a goddess. But if desensitisation of the incredible could occur, it certainly had for Ronin. "Thank you," he said, his tone solemn. There was nothing to look forward to about Longnight, and even less when considering Ronin's past experiences with it. Rising to his feet alongside the Shield, Ronin turned the shirt in his hand and raised an eyebrow at her. "It used to be," he said quietly, leaving it there. Ronin used to be and do and be known for a lot of things. Time changed people, along with a healthy dose of trauma. Still, he couldn't help but grin at the story Amalia told. Taking a breath, Ronin felt it was a duty to join in. "Adam wore this shirt as part of a strip-tease to distract a group of rich ladies," he said, his expression utterly serious, as if he were reciting this from a history book. "When they finally realised they were being robbed of their jewellery, they didn't care. The stripping was that good."