I will fight the end
Ronin doesn't have any questions, and he has arrived on two feet, though blue eyes do flick up to the rooftop as he spots a pale flutter of settling wings. His hands are tucked in his pockets and his light jacket remains open, though the breeze that ruffles through his hair is uncharacteristically brisk for Torchline. Shrugging off the shiver that tries to creep up his spine, he keeps his distance and leans against the wall of a house to hear the Flood out.
While he only dislikes the idea by virtue of who it has come from, it would cause more problems than it would solve to object, and he's had enough of people raining on his parades to do it to someone else right now. And so he merely gives a nod of acceptance; he might not be willing to help Sunjata in his endeavours these days (not unless he absolutely has to, aka if Mateo decides to grow up overnight), but he won't stand in his way either.
While he only dislikes the idea by virtue of who it has come from, it would cause more problems than it would solve to object, and he's had enough of people raining on his parades to do it to someone else right now. And so he merely gives a nod of acceptance; he might not be willing to help Sunjata in his endeavours these days (not unless he absolutely has to, aka if Mateo decides to grow up overnight), but he won't stand in his way either.
'til the end is here
