Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
If Remi thinks Ronin is going to be able to pull a sweater over his head with a broken shoulder then he's got even more of a sense of humour than the Hunter has ever realised. The sweater remains stuffed against his chest, Ronin's eyes rolling back in his head as he's scooped up into the wendigo's arms like a baby. And then they're off! Except they aren't, because why not have more trouble after getting out of trouble.
"Jus' go," he slurs. "Put me down 'n' go. I'm dead anyways. They might arrest me, but they'll kill you. An' if they change their minds and kill me too, least it'll be quick." Quicker than this. Quicker than a siren's call, too, and that almost feels like a blessing by now.
"Jus' go," he slurs. "Put me down 'n' go. I'm dead anyways. They might arrest me, but they'll kill you. An' if they change their minds and kill me too, least it'll be quick." Quicker than this. Quicker than a siren's call, too, and that almost feels like a blessing by now.
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
