Ronin huffed out a breath that might have been a laugh once upon a time, but he was far too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to conjure anything more. Let Remi have his bucket-hat. His eyes lowered to the ground again as he echoed the meaning of Aoife's name, fresh tears falling to mark the blanket with wetness. "Yes, I might have... I... I'm sorry," he said quietly, though he didn't sound sorry at all. It was only the baby in his arms that had made him call out to begin with, but he supposed with the dreamfish he would have been protected whatever he might have wanted. "What am I going to do, Remi..." he wondered aloud, squeezing his eyes shut. "I don't know how to take care of a baby. I'm not... I won't be good for her. I don't think I am good for anyone anymore."
ronin the long and lonesome road
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But my words, like silent raindrops fell
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the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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