I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"What mistakes could you have have possibly made?" Ronin says softly, shaking his head. "I'm the one who blamed you for Aoife's death, for a time. I attacked the Temple and destroyed your shrine. I was so bitter for so long, and you..." His laugh rides out on a sigh. "You were there, stoic as the stars. And when your patience did run thin, even then it was nothing I didn't need or deserve."
Ronin shouldn't feel how he does at her admission, but such is the madness of the stag in his blood and the thrill of the season. And even then - perhaps that's just an excuse for all the things he already feels to bubble to the surface. "Am I even a man any more?" he wonders softly, before shaking his head.
Lowering his gaze again, Ronin finds his shoulders squaring, something determined in the set of his jaw. "They ought to celebrate you. You light up the night for us, Safrin. We miss it soon enough come LongNight..."
Ronin shouldn't feel how he does at her admission, but such is the madness of the stag in his blood and the thrill of the season. And even then - perhaps that's just an excuse for all the things he already feels to bubble to the surface. "Am I even a man any more?" he wonders softly, before shaking his head.
Lowering his gaze again, Ronin finds his shoulders squaring, something determined in the set of his jaw. "They ought to celebrate you. You light up the night for us, Safrin. We miss it soon enough come LongNight..."
RONIN
