Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
An eternity, perhaps, until the sound of a door quietly opening from down the corridor. And in that time the pulse around Remi's finger would not have calmed even slightly - it might have even spiked, once or twice.
Ronin appeared in the doorway of Aoife's room, a quiet, solemn figure backlit from the sunlight pouring through the windows in the corridor. He ruffled a hand through hair damp with sweat, the blood on his lip and smeared on the back of his hand tinged with inky blackness.
"I'm so sorry," he said in a hoarse voice. "I don't know why I said those things, I... I shouldn't have ever spoken to you like that. I understand if you'd rather I left you alone, but I had to apologise, Remi. I was out of line."
Ronin appeared in the doorway of Aoife's room, a quiet, solemn figure backlit from the sunlight pouring through the windows in the corridor. He ruffled a hand through hair damp with sweat, the blood on his lip and smeared on the back of his hand tinged with inky blackness.
"I'm so sorry," he said in a hoarse voice. "I don't know why I said those things, I... I shouldn't have ever spoken to you like that. I understand if you'd rather I left you alone, but I had to apologise, Remi. I was out of line."
