we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Letting out a warm laugh and matching Melita's grin with one of his own, Ronin raises his glass - albeit empty - to the Honeybee in a toast. "Fine," he agrees wholeheartedly, letting his gaze linger out on the shoreline. Not too far, though, lest he accidentally look towards Starfall and everything it might mean for them.
"That is the hope, though with a tournament like this you never know," he says with a scrunch of his nose. At the notion of payback, though, he can't help but give her a gentle shove, Ronin huffing as if he's irked by the whole thing (which of course he isn't). "If you do that, I'll be forced to make you come over for dinner," he warns, before nodding back towards the group of spectators.
"Come on," he invites. "If there's one good thing about losing your match, it's getting to watch everyone else without needing to stay sober."
Unless you're called to save lives, of course. Hopefully Mel can drink enough for the both of them.
~FIN
"That is the hope, though with a tournament like this you never know," he says with a scrunch of his nose. At the notion of payback, though, he can't help but give her a gentle shove, Ronin huffing as if he's irked by the whole thing (which of course he isn't). "If you do that, I'll be forced to make you come over for dinner," he warns, before nodding back towards the group of spectators.
"Come on," he invites. "If there's one good thing about losing your match, it's getting to watch everyone else without needing to stay sober."
Unless you're called to save lives, of course. Hopefully Mel can drink enough for the both of them.
~FIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
