one and only

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Oh, finally, that took you long eno-- whoa!" It was an unusual experience for Ronin to find himself so easily manhandled, let alone when it was by Remi. He flailed as the fist wrapped into the cloak that didn't belong to him, arms trying to pinwheel, only to find himself held fast without a hope of prying Remi's hand away. "Hey, whoa, no... Remi." Ronin raised his hands in a placating gesture, slowing down considerably so that his excitement didn't get him killed. Of course Remi would assume it was a trap. But he had also sort of hoped that Ashe might have... oh, you know. Told the man he shared a home with that he would be dropping by soon maybe, all not-dead-like. Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, he locked eyes with the alchemist. "I know what it looks like. I know what you think. It's not Ludo, I swear. Look at the sky - one star. It's me. Look at me." And if he did, he'd likely notice that this Ronin, if it was a copy, was an imperfect one. This Ronin had no scars, not from Northaven or Caido or otherwise. This Ronin was new.