I swear I still believe but I don't know
With the Flood before him like this, Ronin already believes him. But that's the thing with trust and friendship - belief is biased, and there is no room for bias when someone is sneaking around in the dark and attacking people. And Sunjata has been through a lot, more even than Torchline or Caido can claim, and it's there that the ribbon of doubt coils about and tugs at him. "I know what they're saying," he murmurs, at least getting rid of as much assumption and confusion as he can. "That's why I'm here."
Sunjata draws back a little but Ronin doesn't let him go, searching steel eyes for any hint of callousness, any hint of a lie behind it. "We'll sort this out, Jata. Okay? We'll get to the bottom of this, figure out what happened." Come hell or high water. Drawing him back into a hug, Ronin lets out a shuddering breath. "I am so, so sorry." For what? A lot of things. One thing in particular, though.
Sunjata draws back a little but Ronin doesn't let him go, searching steel eyes for any hint of callousness, any hint of a lie behind it. "We'll sort this out, Jata. Okay? We'll get to the bottom of this, figure out what happened." Come hell or high water. Drawing him back into a hug, Ronin lets out a shuddering breath. "I am so, so sorry." For what? A lot of things. One thing in particular, though.
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