goodbye, yellow brick road

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving A sad and gentle smile flickered over Ronin's face as all of the fight seemed to drain out of Amalia, and he stood shoulder to shoulder with her to gaze back out across the Bone Bridge. They could wonder until they died, at this rate - questions without answers, petulant goddesses and a sickness that seemed to have no cure. Ronin was sure, if he thought about it, that they had been in similar situations like this; was this worse than previous times, then? Or were they just ground down, and less equipped to deal with it? Still, he snorted out a laugh and nudged Amalia gently with his shoulder as he spoke. "And full glad am I to take advantage of it," he said about the bread, already leaning down to grab another loaf. "Fuck it all," he muttered, and lobbed it out into the abyss. ~END