and on to the glory at my right hand
Happy to let the subject drop as well, Ronin gently takes the butterfly from his nose and allows it to sit on his fingertip instead whilst he enjoys the rest of his cocoa, the Huntsman settling back in his seat when he's done. "I'll let you in on a secret," he says with a flash of teeth. "Everyone feels like that, more or less. No one has their shit completely together. We're all just floundering to some extent. But you're trying to do your best to help people, and to figure out how to make your way in the world. I'll always be proud of you for that."
As for adulthood being tiring? Ronin's laughter is almost boyish, though he does offer his daughter an honest nod. "It's absolutely exhausting," he says, before holding up a finger, "if you let it, that is. That's why it's so important to grab the small things when you can. So keep making your butterflies and coming out for breakfast with your old man. It'll pick you up when you need it most."
As for adulthood being tiring? Ronin's laughter is almost boyish, though he does offer his daughter an honest nod. "It's absolutely exhausting," he says, before holding up a finger, "if you let it, that is. That's why it's so important to grab the small things when you can. So keep making your butterflies and coming out for breakfast with your old man. It'll pick you up when you need it most."
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