I will fight the end
”It is the best one,” Ronin agrees, bringing the stack of pancakes over to the table and making sure that Jata gets the one that he flipped, and keeping a couple back for Saar, should she wake up in this dream of theirs. Sinking down into his seat and drizzling a generous amount of syrup over the pancakes and blackberries, he reaches out to clink his fork against the boy’s in a gesture of well done.
”Thank you,” he says, spearing a blackberry and popping it into his mouth, before staring to cut up their breakfast. He’ll help Jata too, if he needs it, before settling back in his seat and seeming content in the mess, in the smell of cooking and the warmth of the cabin. ”Maybe another day, we can teach you to swim?” he suggests. ”Not in a river. Just in water you can stand up in. I’ll help if you get in trouble again.”
”Thank you,” he says, spearing a blackberry and popping it into his mouth, before staring to cut up their breakfast. He’ll help Jata too, if he needs it, before settling back in his seat and seeming content in the mess, in the smell of cooking and the warmth of the cabin. ”Maybe another day, we can teach you to swim?” he suggests. ”Not in a river. Just in water you can stand up in. I’ll help if you get in trouble again.”
'til the end is here
