RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin can't help the small smile in response to Remi's clear confusion about Finn and his responses. "I wonder what he would have said if you had suggested he forgets you, instead," he murmurs, knowing Remi well enough to know that he would always put the burden upon himself. To be the one to forget, to be the one to whom the consequences happen. "A charm-shield sounds like a good idea. But would you still seek him out, do you think? If you know he's around?" Ronin doesn't know the depth of Remi's whatever-it-is with Finn, after all, and the question needs to be asked.
It's both strange and not, that Isla is actually an easier subject, though now it's Ronin's turn to scoff out a dark little laugh at the mention that the Grounds are nothing but ashes. "Good," he mutters, remembering his Longnight there with a horror that always feels fresh and new.
"Perhaps you won't be as relentless next time?" It's a gentle suggestion. "I suppose it takes two to tango, though. Isla might not want to put herself in that same position." Ask her, seems to be the obvious solution. Not so strange when honesty and frankness seem to be the theme of the day.
"What else, for me?"
It's both strange and not, that Isla is actually an easier subject, though now it's Ronin's turn to scoff out a dark little laugh at the mention that the Grounds are nothing but ashes. "Good," he mutters, remembering his Longnight there with a horror that always feels fresh and new.
"Perhaps you won't be as relentless next time?" It's a gentle suggestion. "I suppose it takes two to tango, though. Isla might not want to put herself in that same position." Ask her, seems to be the obvious solution. Not so strange when honesty and frankness seem to be the theme of the day.
"What else, for me?"
show me your darkness.
