we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin flashed a grin at Bastien for his remark, shrugging his shoulders. ”If we were younger, less complicated men, I could let you,” he shot back, before sagging into the couch and frowning up at the ceiling. ”We didn’t have to look, no,” he said. ”But if you could watch Azrael, even if it hurt you to do it, even if it meant not being able to help if they felt sad or scared... wouldn’t you?” The choice had been remarkably easy to make, for Ronin.
”You might not recognise him even if you do speak to him,” he murmured about Remi, rubbing at his eye for a moment before seeming to collect himself. It’s was true that the Alchemist was as much himself as he could be around Ronin, but other people? They didn’t get that sort of privilege.
”He has become to Ludo, in a fashion, what I am to Safrin. As complicated as his relationship with that god has been since we came to Caido... I do believe it has managed to save him from himself.”
”You might not recognise him even if you do speak to him,” he murmured about Remi, rubbing at his eye for a moment before seeming to collect himself. It’s was true that the Alchemist was as much himself as he could be around Ronin, but other people? They didn’t get that sort of privilege.
”He has become to Ludo, in a fashion, what I am to Safrin. As complicated as his relationship with that god has been since we came to Caido... I do believe it has managed to save him from himself.”
the dark star
