Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"I believe you," Ronin says, breathless from the clogging air and the sprint, but sincere nonetheless. "I knew there was something going on up there. They should never have--" But he hears the voices too, cursing under his breath and changing route from right to left, which admittedly will only lead them deeper into the tunnels. But it's better than whatever panic is happening around here.
It's only once Ronin has (purposely) taken them round enough bends and forks that they are admittedly lost that he slows down, ear cocked for the sound of the guards. It might only be a moment, but it's a moment they can breathe. "They're either going to catch you or they're going to kill you," he says, kneeling down to look through his pockets and his drop-leg for... gods, he doesn't even know, really.
"If you'd prefer to die now, I can just make it quick." And why does it sound like he's trying to do Remi a gods damned favour here? Ronin clenches his teeth.
It's only once Ronin has (purposely) taken them round enough bends and forks that they are admittedly lost that he slows down, ear cocked for the sound of the guards. It might only be a moment, but it's a moment they can breathe. "They're either going to catch you or they're going to kill you," he says, kneeling down to look through his pockets and his drop-leg for... gods, he doesn't even know, really.
"If you'd prefer to die now, I can just make it quick." And why does it sound like he's trying to do Remi a gods damned favour here? Ronin clenches his teeth.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
