we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Absorbed as he is staring into a reflection that clearly isn't himself, Ronin startles a little to hear his name coming from the surrounding forest. Glancing up sharply, only the sight of a strangely familiar face has his (metaphorical, mostly) hackles lowering, the Supernova flashing a lopsided smile to the ex-dragoon instead. "Liam," he greets, stepping around the pool of strange water to approach the other man, holding out a hand to shake.
"Fancy seeing you out here in the Greatwood. Are you visiting?" Listen, he doesn't know about the 'ex' part in ex-Dragoon, and for all Ronin knows, Liam might have a mission here. Or family, or something. "If you are visiting," he adds, "I hate to say it, but people find it antisocial when you go out jogging without them." He grins.
"Fancy seeing you out here in the Greatwood. Are you visiting?" Listen, he doesn't know about the 'ex' part in ex-Dragoon, and for all Ronin knows, Liam might have a mission here. Or family, or something. "If you are visiting," he adds, "I hate to say it, but people find it antisocial when you go out jogging without them." He grins.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
