star guardian

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "It isn't. I just..." He sighed deeply, tilting his head back just as Aoife cooed her greeting to them, her little hand reaching up to grab at Ronin's face (naturally). "I wasn't expecting it to become all about who is going to turn coat," he said, smirking across at Remi as he shrugged. "I mean, I'd still be in the jail cell. And I wouldn't know how far I could go, but... I get what you mean. She'd have to get a special cell for you, probably." Cooing right back at his daughter and kissing her fingertips, he glanced suddenly at Remi. "This is probably a stupid question, but can you see her?" he asked of Aoife, smiling down at the child as she pushed herself to sit in his lap, smiling adoringly around at Remi when she realised he was there.