goodbye, yellow brick road

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin could feel the quip on his tongue, waiting - even if you cannot jump, everyone can always fall - but he refrained from letting his bitterness out into the world where he could no longer take it back. As Amalia neither rejected nor beckoned him forward, he remained where he was, eyes fixed on the mist that concealed the world around the Bone Bridge. He snorted. "I had considered it," he drawled, dropping his gaze for a moment. "A three-pronged rulership is an accident waiting to happen. It will end in tears - it's just a matter of when. I'm sorry it couldn't be better." Sighing as well, he turned away from the edge as she spoke again, raising an eyebrow at her. "Sure. As long as you really don't intend to jump. I am easily tired these days, and I don't fancy going down there after you."