[b][i]Silence is golden, yet torture.[/i][/b] [i]Being alone was not one of Ronin's priorities. Granted, he made sure he normally was alone, and made most think that's what he preferred, but it wasn't fun. Especially on days like these when all he was left to were his thoughts. Silence is golden, but also deafening. He sat in his dorm room, in his normal black t-shirt and black jeans, his bedroom door open. Sitting on his bed, his hands tangled in the bedsheets, his thoughts tormented him. There was a lot of problems with being immortal to time, and when you were good enough to not die in battle. You acquired knowledge that could crumble worlds and kill millions, and it was all yours. It was a curse. Not to mention his past. His friends that he'd let die... No, he couldn't have done anything. Michael had gotten to them, and he was so much stronger. At least that's what he told himself so he could maybe sleep at night. That's the reason he was on the Avalon. He smirked at the statement Damien made. To acquire pawns..no. He just wanted to make a friend or two, that and another reason.[/i] (Open)