It's just the trauma talking

"I need you, no matter what you say." Ronin flashed the woman he regarded as a sister a playful grin. "I haven't trained with you at sunset for a long time, Ashe. You'll be getting pudgy without me to keep you on your toes." He winked, before letting his humour fade back to hear her opinions on the Spire and how they would go about ridding the world of the creature they found there. He nodded in agreement about the bombs, frowning. "Maybe, then, we could create something like a land mine? Something the creature would need to step on to trigger? That way we could make sure to lure it far enough away." Regardless of what they decided, it felt good just to discuss it in earnest. And when Ashe's blue eyes met his own and Safrin's name fell from his lips, Ronin felt - as he had felt every time he mentioned the goddess - that crackle of rejuvination, that will to complete the task set out before him, however dangerous it might be. The pendant sat heavy and solid against his chest and Ronin smiled, determined. "Yes," Ronin said, "I do. I do trust her. Her price was simply for me to tell others about her existence. In a place like this it's not surprising that things like gods have been forgotten, no?" Shrugging, Ronin touched a hand briefly to the pendant before he let himself focus once more on Ashetta's findings while they had fought the monster. He frowned, drumming fingers along the table. "Inorganic... that might be worth bringing up. I'll arrange something, see if we can pool our knowledge together." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.