I will fight the end
”Be careful.” Ronin’s projection hardly needed to say it but it felt necessary nonetheless, and he took hold of her scarf and stood obediently near to the door. Still radiating star an luxere-light (for all the good it was doing), he tried to peer in after Amalia. Her voice echoed out to him, and he could only hope he wouldn’t have to swoop in and get them both out of there if it turned dangerous. It seemed the sort of thing to turn dangerous.
Conversely, up on the platform the real deal Ronin could only furrow his brow at being referred to as that, half thinking of informing the monster that his ears worked perfectly fine, thanks. But even his jovial petulance reminded him of how unhinged he must have become, to find amusement in a place like this. ”I’ll keep watch,” he said to Wessex instead, turning to gaze out at the Spire and doing just that.
Both Ronins stand guard.
Conversely, up on the platform the real deal Ronin could only furrow his brow at being referred to as that, half thinking of informing the monster that his ears worked perfectly fine, thanks. But even his jovial petulance reminded him of how unhinged he must have become, to find amusement in a place like this. ”I’ll keep watch,” he said to Wessex instead, turning to gaze out at the Spire and doing just that.
Both Ronins stand guard.
'til the end is here
