the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin smooches Remi's cheek as he snarls, smiling as if it's merely an expression of mild annoyance at this point. (And who knows, in the Lullaby's terms, it might be). "Mm, apparently if I burned her fingerprints into the bow, only she can use it. Something something she won't kill me and whatnot," he murmurs. Suffice to say he's not all too worried about it regardless. There's something about impending war that makes it difficult to care about one isolated instance of danger.
"Mm, maybe the Eirachi just wants to expand her reach, y'know?" He shrugs against Remi. "But no, Maeve didn't mention knowing who built it. She did say if it stays, though, it might cause havoc to Torchline's ecosystem. You think I should go and kick it over, like a mean kid with a sandcastle?"
"Mm, maybe the Eirachi just wants to expand her reach, y'know?" He shrugs against Remi. "But no, Maeve didn't mention knowing who built it. She did say if it stays, though, it might cause havoc to Torchline's ecosystem. You think I should go and kick it over, like a mean kid with a sandcastle?"
