I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
His hands sweeps up to cover hers, as the world around them swells and thunders with his heartbeat; a sensation as strange as it is intimate. "I could never hate you either. Of all the things I have ever said or shouted or cursed, in my time... I could never hate you." And he nods, the understanding painful in its realism - that Safrin cannot choose who to love just the same as Ronin can't. And as she puts her points across, his head tilts slightly, but before he can say much on the subject, they are sucked away from the heart of the stars, planted back among the woods and the scent of leaves and dirt.
"Would that make you happy?" he asks softly, suddenly candid in the way he holds her gaze. "If, when I come to a shrine and I call on you, and you respond... if in those moments, all else was veiled from me, and it was just you...?" Is it madness, or daring, or merely a desire to do the best for the goddess who created him that spurs him on? Ronin has no idea, but he forges ahead regardless. "Perhaps not before, but now? I would want that. To have things be as they used to, between us. To make you smile again, the way you did when I first saw you."
"Would that make you happy?" he asks softly, suddenly candid in the way he holds her gaze. "If, when I come to a shrine and I call on you, and you respond... if in those moments, all else was veiled from me, and it was just you...?" Is it madness, or daring, or merely a desire to do the best for the goddess who created him that spurs him on? Ronin has no idea, but he forges ahead regardless. "Perhaps not before, but now? I would want that. To have things be as they used to, between us. To make you smile again, the way you did when I first saw you."
RONIN
