holiday from real

Ronan shrugged, wings tightening to his sides. He didn't like talking about it to be honest, though who would? But he realised-even if begrudgingly- that there was merit in it, holding the truth close to his chest like a secret helped no one but could harm many. More than he cared to even start thinking about, because he was always this close to losing it. Often wondered if to just walk out into the desert, keep walking and walking till he died. Or maybe throw himself off a cliff, or piss off a giant bear. He had options, some days was painfully aware of said options.

His ears tilted to the side slightly, his expression tense as his muzzle wrinkled in an exaggerated show of disinterest. But he was listening and found himself a little baffled by her wish-washy nature, how she couldn't just commit to what was clearly important to her. To some degree at least, because if they didn't matter it wouldn't trouble her so, she wouldn't have that look on her face. Pensive like, eyes all distant.

"Sort of."It was complicated, because he was always aware of the possibly that he was a father-but it was now a fact he couldn't ignore. He never stayed long, but they knew him, he cared as much as his bitter heart could.

"Go back to your family, Makara."He insisted, his eyebrow twitching. "Don't care about your quest for knowledge or meaning, whatever that's about. It isn't worth dying for."