Housemates

Perhaps it was the fact that he apparently ruled (apparently because Ronin didn’t actually have much of an idea about what was happening in the Hollowed Grounds currently) alongside an Ascended that made it easier to talk to Sam. Perhaps it was simply because he was home and in his right mind for once. Or - probably the most likely - it was simply because he had gotten to fall asleep with Remi again, and this was what Remi had wanted. Either way, there wasn’t an ounce of bad blood in his expression as they sat together; this time a year ago, after all, they had been singing to the Luxere in the Glade. Murmuring a quiet agreement that the blight had been awful, in a word, Ronin couldn’t help but cringe a bit at the reminder that the disease could make you hurt people. ”Yes, that’s right, he said quietly. For a second Skyler’s face flashed before his eyes, the wet sound of Ronin’s fists slowly turning it to pulp. He’d hunted Remi too, in the woods. The guildmaster shuddered. ”We didn’t mean it. None of us, I don’t think. I’m just glad that our loved ones didn’t lose hope, and found a way to bring us back.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression