RONIN
Ronin begs to differ.
Maeve must be a good explorer, because no sooner is she saying she isn't and they're talking about botany when hey presto, the world hiccups and they're elsewhere. Well, here. But here is elsewhere, and it's all rather ridiculous the more he thinks about it.
So Ronin doesn't. He merely glances from Maeve to the world around them, to the overgrown tangle that is apparently meant to be a path, to the skeletons of ships in the near distance against the shoreline. "Oh," he says.
Because what else is there to say when something bullshitty like this happens? Oh. "I don't suppose this looks anything like that place where you were before?" he asks. He doubts it, and already he's trying hard to get his bearings.
Maeve must be a good explorer, because no sooner is she saying she isn't and they're talking about botany when hey presto, the world hiccups and they're elsewhere. Well, here. But here is elsewhere, and it's all rather ridiculous the more he thinks about it.
So Ronin doesn't. He merely glances from Maeve to the world around them, to the overgrown tangle that is apparently meant to be a path, to the skeletons of ships in the near distance against the shoreline. "Oh," he says.
Because what else is there to say when something bullshitty like this happens? Oh. "I don't suppose this looks anything like that place where you were before?" he asks. He doubts it, and already he's trying hard to get his bearings.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
