like the way it used to be

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "It is certainly a platitude I would expect from you," Ronin admitted with a crooked smile across at Bastien. He nodded; anger, at least, was the sort of raw emotion that left little to the imagination. The problem these days was that he always seemed to have something he wanted to say with it, even if it was as simple as I am hurting, understand this. Letting out a sigh, he turned his gaze from the beach and the ocean, up to the sprawling stars above. "I will keep that in mind," he said. "For now, I am still learning what it is we argue about. Once I know, you'll be my first confidante, I promise." When that would be, however, he could not say. "Thank you, though, for coming by. After all that has happened, it's reassuring to know that there are still some people out there who want to know me."