Dead men walking

"Aren't we all, to some extent?" Ronin muttered as Loren called himself an idiot, nursing the wine in his glass and staring into its depths rather than taking another drink. He didn't think it would do much for him to have more than a glass; not with present developments or in present company. Things had changed, in some ways irrevocably, and denying that would simply be foolish. With a sigh to match the librarian's, Ronin shrugged his shoulders and leant back on one hand. "It's just a shame we'll likely lose each other again before the next season is through," he muttered. Once upon a time he'd have cut right to the heart of the matter - why had Loren left Remi? Why hadn't he cared about the alchemist enough to not step on his heart and grind it into the ground? What did he expect to happen now that he was back? But that would have to wait for another time, unfortunately. If that time ever came. Thanks for visiting, Loren," Ronin said, the words sounding hollow even to himself. "Would you mind, though, if I went back to sleep? I'm not feeling great." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.