and on to the glory at my right hand
Letting out a shuddering sigh, Ronin can only nod to hear that Safrin's departure is so imminent. He might have expected it to be so, given her call to them. "Thank you," he says, echoing Deimos in the receipt of their impromptu doomsday counter. Resisting the urge to reach out for his goddess, because even here he knows his place, the Nova instead fastens the bracelet around his wrist and steels himself to the work to come.
"That sounds like a good idea," he tells Deimos. "I will rally the demigods to attend the meeting as well. If we can spread ourselves out, we might be able to cover and protect more regions that way." From what, though, not even the gods know. "You and I can approach Frey together, perhaps."
Gazing back up at his goddess, Ronin's brows come together in a frown. "I never thought I would need to wish you luck, but... good luck, Safrin. We will be here when you return."
"That sounds like a good idea," he tells Deimos. "I will rally the demigods to attend the meeting as well. If we can spread ourselves out, we might be able to cover and protect more regions that way." From what, though, not even the gods know. "You and I can approach Frey together, perhaps."
Gazing back up at his goddess, Ronin's brows come together in a frown. "I never thought I would need to wish you luck, but... good luck, Safrin. We will be here when you return."
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