hometown heroes

"Oh," Ronin says helpfully, as Sunjata both explains but also somehow doesn't explain about the ashy cloth blowing about in the icy gale. "Cool. Did Safrin say why she wanted you to do that?" It's enough to have him at least a bit distracted from his own crap, the Huntsman tilting his head down at the fabric, shifting his weight from foot to foot. And his eyes don't leave the cloth when Sunjata speaks again, though Ronin does offer his friend a quiet nod at his comments. "Where do you get off being so wise all of a sudden?" he grumbles. And it doesn't seem as though the Flood is finished there, either, and whilst Sunjata busies himself with the somewhat crumpled shed, Ronin kicks at a pile of snow and slowly trails behind him. "I know," he murmurs, not that he sounds as though that will stop him. "But I'm not ready to face it. So it will have to stay where it is for now, and I'll have to learn to keep it under wraps. I know it's not healthy - but it's all I have right now." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving