Ronin understood guilt. He'd been 16 or so when both of his parents had been brutally murdered right in front of his and Rainer's eyes, before the bastards that did it had turned their magic on the siblings. For a long time he had blamed himself for not doing more to help his mother and father. He never cared that he'd been a child at the time. He still felt responsible. All that aside though, he knew what Dorcas felt when she mourned the loss of her brother, and wallowed in the self loathing that came from it.
"I'm going to try not to get killed, I'd hate to have you and Rainer on my ass for dying." He shook his head and laughed a bit, before the mood sobered up again.
"No, it's good that you uh..that you got out. I mean, even if it's Russia. Once you're there, you're there. Just.. the whole world is shut off and you've only got yourself to worry about. Your efforts. Why'd you come back, though? I mean.. I guess.. well I guess we all come back in the end. And find a new normal. Weird, though." A new normal.
He didn't want to come back, but he'd missed home and Rainer. And normal. What was normal though? He took a drink of wine again, checked his watch for time and smiled.