"D'you think you'd ever re-enlist? Even just in an advisory role," Koa's quick to add, not wanting to ask too much of Ronin. But, gods, if he could get the Supernova back on board? It would lend a legitimacy to the Dragoons that they've sorely lacked at late, and the prospect of having someone like Ronin as a mentor has the young man rocking eagerly onto the balls of his feet.
Koa listens raptly, flushing a little at the open declaration of marital bliss. His own parents had never been so effusive towards each other, and the poor emotionally stunted soldier finds himself a little wistful, especially in the face of his own recent romantic failure. "It must be incredible, to have that sort of purpose," the young man muses, rubbing his thumb over a well-worn F carved into the park bench.
"Mateo doesn't really talk about it - you guys being demigods, that is. But I always wondered what it must be like, being so close to the gods. So powerful," he adds, staring down at his own mortal hands, scarred and bruised and incapable of miracles.
Koa listens raptly, flushing a little at the open declaration of marital bliss. His own parents had never been so effusive towards each other, and the poor emotionally stunted soldier finds himself a little wistful, especially in the face of his own recent romantic failure. "It must be incredible, to have that sort of purpose," the young man muses, rubbing his thumb over a well-worn F carved into the park bench.
"Mateo doesn't really talk about it - you guys being demigods, that is. But I always wondered what it must be like, being so close to the gods. So powerful," he adds, staring down at his own mortal hands, scarred and bruised and incapable of miracles.
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