I will fight the end
There were men who would have preened for this, Ronin had no doubt. Men who would have loved to be deemed like no other, given such a status by the goddess of the stars herself. But Ronin felt little more than uncomfortable under the scrutiny, a bashful smile making its way across his lips as he glanced away from her at last, unable to look her in the eye and hear all of this. Similarly, he imagined there were those who would feel righteous anger at hearing Safrin admit that what they had done together and why had been a trick. A manipulation. A means to an end.
But he only felt relief, as if someone was showing him reality and he could start to live with it, finally. The truth of her words brought them closer than all of the silken threats she had delivered previously, and as she stepped forward again Ronin gazed upon her once more. "Well, I didn't go mad," he said, like it was a small victory. "Only almost mad." And not for having her, exactly, but for everything that came afterwards.
"That isn't what makes her brilliant," he said, wrinkling his nose. "She does that all on her own. But then perhaps I am biased."
But he only felt relief, as if someone was showing him reality and he could start to live with it, finally. The truth of her words brought them closer than all of the silken threats she had delivered previously, and as she stepped forward again Ronin gazed upon her once more. "Well, I didn't go mad," he said, like it was a small victory. "Only almost mad." And not for having her, exactly, but for everything that came afterwards.
"That isn't what makes her brilliant," he said, wrinkling his nose. "She does that all on her own. But then perhaps I am biased."
'til the end is here
