this is us

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets ”When you’re done as Governor?” Ronin asks with a chuckle, hefting a larger bit of driftwood off the pile whilst his projection gathers branches from around them to make more space. ”I thought that was kind of a life long deal, unless you’re ready to give it up,” he points out, stepping back and taking further cues from Sugar as to where to work next. Waiting until Remi returns from his soul trip - because what the fuck else could it be to cause his husband to just stop randomly against the pile of debris - Ronin chews on his lower lip as he considers the other man’s question. ”I’d probably go back to being a huntsman,” he confesses, shimmying down to brace his shoulder underneath a large, flat chunk of wood, holding it up with his own weight just in case the mound collapsed. Sugar wiggles out and trills to them in greeting, Ronin peering in at the manta - it’s visible now, at least, and they’re making progress. ”Just... simple work. Travelling, getting rid of shit causing trouble. I enjoyed it more than being a soldier.”