you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
He can't help the smile that creeps across his face as a giant feline head comes flopping into his lap, Ronin shamelessly enjoying being able to deliver fuss to the big, striped cat. And as she looks up at him, he's already burying his fingers in the thick scruff of fur around her neck to deliver scritches. "Me? Well. I destroyed the Temple in the Hollowed Grounds, so a good start was helping to rebuild it. I imagine that's a lot more simple than your situation, though." He chuckles.
"Still, I've always thought actions spoke louder than words. So maybe even if you can't apologise in person because those people are gone, you can do things to honour their memory. To make up for what happened. To make sure no one else goes through that kind of thing. Torchline is probably full of people who need that kind of help - and someone to take care of them." He smiles, suddenly aware that he's been rambling and clearing his throat softly. "Sorry," he says, laughing under his breath.
"Still, I've always thought actions spoke louder than words. So maybe even if you can't apologise in person because those people are gone, you can do things to honour their memory. To make up for what happened. To make sure no one else goes through that kind of thing. Torchline is probably full of people who need that kind of help - and someone to take care of them." He smiles, suddenly aware that he's been rambling and clearing his throat softly. "Sorry," he says, laughing under his breath.
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