eye to eye

"Careful. You don't want them too trim at a time like this," Ronin remarks, though he can't help the smile that threatens as he takes another drink, surprised to hear anything like humour from the Eye, dry and dangerous though it might be. His glass lowers and he tilts his head, wondering what the other man might be searching for in the ashes leftover from the fire. Then Cian turns, of course, and the Star's mental state is still bruised and battered enough to be thoroughly disarmed. The smile being as contagious as it is, Ronin returns something like it (if not less bright and charming, given the circumstances of his life as it is) and raises his glass in another gesture of I'll drink to that. "Maybe I'll be the one who stops it," he suggests. Such a thing was nigh on impossible even an hour before, but now? Many a door has opened. Some have closed. Ronin doesn't know yet which way his path falls. For now, though, it's in this office. "Until I return to the barracks, I have all the time in the world. I'm all ears." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.