you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"I don't think it makes you a monster," Ronin says softly, shrugging his shoulders. "I've done some really terrible things to keep my family safe. And some of those things, it wasn't even to keep them safe. It was just... grief, for losing my loved ones. I imagine some people still look at me and think I'm despicable for that. But I..." He furrows his brow. "I have repented for what happened. And I can live with myself now, regardless of what others think. Maybe that's what you need for yourself?"
Kicking the sand up into a small wall that it might deflect the crawling tide for a little longer, Ronin's fingers continue to work their way in through her fur. "Being a good leader and having the people of Torchline doesn't necessarily mean having to trust or forgive everyone," he points out. "And for what it's worth, I think a lot of people here feel the same about Hotaru, after what she did." You can't win 'em all, his tone seems to suggest. It's taken a long time for Ronin to make his peace with that.
Kicking the sand up into a small wall that it might deflect the crawling tide for a little longer, Ronin's fingers continue to work their way in through her fur. "Being a good leader and having the people of Torchline doesn't necessarily mean having to trust or forgive everyone," he points out. "And for what it's worth, I think a lot of people here feel the same about Hotaru, after what she did." You can't win 'em all, his tone seems to suggest. It's taken a long time for Ronin to make his peace with that.
The huntsman
