I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Rise, she says, and Ronin does so without question. Smiling into Safrin's face, not for the first time he is reminded of how delicate she can be, how angelic her features, how soft her touch. For all the darkness of the cosmos, its light is still blinding, and Safrin is all of that and more. It flows through him in the shuddering breath he takes, in the squaring of his shoulders and the brightness of his eyes, and he nods to her in silent understanding.
"Shall I bring Sunjata to you so he might explain himself in person?" he asks, not trying to hide the sharp disappointment in his tone. "Or would you like me to show him the error of his ways using my own methods?" Those methods are not likely to be elegant, and neither will they use words. Not at first, anyway.
"Shall I bring Sunjata to you so he might explain himself in person?" he asks, not trying to hide the sharp disappointment in his tone. "Or would you like me to show him the error of his ways using my own methods?" Those methods are not likely to be elegant, and neither will they use words. Not at first, anyway.
RONIN
