gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Ronin rises with his goddess, his arms encircling her to hold her close, eyes slipping shut as if the brightness of her presence is too much compared to the shadows and ruin he's been staring at for days. "You're too kind," he rumbles, though there's no denying the smile on his face to hear her praise. He blinks a couple of times as she draws back, leaning into her touch as though her light might transfer into him somehow.
"The Tower still fell," he says sadly. "And many people died. It doesn't feel like much of a victory, you know?" Which is why he's here, the Huntsman feeling as though he ought to let go of Safrin but not quite finding it in himself to do so. "But Stormbreak is yours now," he admits quietly. "More yours than any other god's."
"The Tower still fell," he says sadly. "And many people died. It doesn't feel like much of a victory, you know?" Which is why he's here, the Huntsman feeling as though he ought to let go of Safrin but not quite finding it in himself to do so. "But Stormbreak is yours now," he admits quietly. "More yours than any other god's."
RONIN
