gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
"Very hard to ignore, I imagine," Ronin murmurs his agreement, smiling at the thought that the sky above might yet dance with ribbons of light and colour. Perhaps he would ask Safrin about it, should the opportunity arise. "If the skies of Northaven had been quite as interesting I would have paid them more mind when I had the chance." With a sigh, he turns his attention properly to the Warrior's Constellation, glancing over it and only letting blue eyes leave the pulsing stars at the sound of her voice.
"Mm. He must have been quite the warrior to earn such a place in her sky," he agrees, though something like trepidation laces his words now. Would this be Ronin's ending, too? A constellation, alone in the cold night? "She didn't say, honestly. I can only imagine that he was, though. Or perhaps from a different battle, even before the first war."
"Mm. He must have been quite the warrior to earn such a place in her sky," he agrees, though something like trepidation laces his words now. Would this be Ronin's ending, too? A constellation, alone in the cold night? "She didn't say, honestly. I can only imagine that he was, though. Or perhaps from a different battle, even before the first war."
RONIN
