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"Yeah, you fucked him over Ashe. Own it, though. That's what being an adult is all about - you fucked up, you made a mistake and you hurt someone who didn't deserve it. Now straighten your back and promise yourself you'll do better." Ronin frowned at her, though his gaze was soft and his hands over hers were warm. He didn't have time for bullshit on the best of the days, and Ashetta was the last person he would pander to. He snorted and shook his head. "You only hurt people more by trying to sneak off quietly into the sunset. You and I both know you didn't do it for them - you did it because you were a coward. We've both been there, shutting people out because we didn't want to hurt them." Or because they didn't think they were worth anything. Or that anyone deserved to be troubled by their stupid problems. But Ronin had grown, he knew better, and he was determined to help Ashe through this too. So as she continued to speak, he heard her out - and slowly, he nodded in understanding. Not joining a guild because Alistair was a lot different to not joining because it didn't suit her. "I'll make you a deal, then," he murmured, giving her hands another squeeze before letting them go at last. "You train with me every day at sunset here, like we used to. Every day, yeah?" He smiled. "And once a week, you come and sit in here with me and I'll keep you up to date with what's happening - with the guild, with that monster, with anything new or anything I might need help with. You in?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.