As it was like before Ronin sort found himself in the Temple archive which on its own was highly unusual Being that he wasnt quite the scholarly type. At best hell, he didn't care much for reading or study for that matter that the Master usually knew all too well during is early year back. To make it part his daily chores which he absolutely hate but seem in time he kinda got into as time passed. Especially now he sort been able piece together things he had not in the past. And so whenever time permit it to he found himself sneak in more out of habit rather than anything into the archives.
Past some the section his current rank were allowed to at time it seem. Even now despite all the training and aid he'd been given part of that old self was hard let go nor die out. The one that just went for and searched for things thought his mind at that moment had no idea why .....walk down one the rows of shelves he went. Cautiously and well quickly as he could while the images still linger fresh in his mind. of what bits or piece he could gather from his session he'd been doing on his own behind the healer notice. As part him so desperately wish learn the truth behind his dark dream sooner than later despite what the healer advice him against.
Past some the section his current rank were allowed to at time it seem. Even now despite all the training and aid he'd been given part of that old self was hard let go nor die out. The one that just went for and searched for things thought his mind at that moment had no idea why .....walk down one the rows of shelves he went. Cautiously and well quickly as he could while the images still linger fresh in his mind. of what bits or piece he could gather from his session he'd been doing on his own behind the healer notice. As part him so desperately wish learn the truth behind his dark dream sooner than later despite what the healer advice him against.