we live in a world someone else imagined
In the short time with his daughter Ronin had long learned to surrender whatever part of his shirt cuff or buttons to Aoife that she desired; the same was true for Azrael, though he did occasionally flick his eyes down to check that they weren’t trying to eat part of his outfit. ”It doesn’t make you a cruel man,” he assured him, shaking his head. ”I cleared our whole bedroom, soon as I got back after Longnight. I put everything in a trunk where it was close by, but where I didn’t have to look at it.”
A normal part of grief, Ronin thought, and Bastien would likely want to go through her things again in time. He chewed at the inside of his cheek at the Ascended’s question, shaking his head gently. ”There were others,” he muttered. ”But whether they counted to Safrin or not... they definitely counted to me. And I do feel like I failed them.”
A normal part of grief, Ronin thought, and Bastien would likely want to go through her things again in time. He chewed at the inside of his cheek at the Ascended’s question, shaking his head gently. ”There were others,” he muttered. ”But whether they counted to Safrin or not... they definitely counted to me. And I do feel like I failed them.”
the dark star
