Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Remi is 100% correct. Ronin hears little to none of what goes on topside, because no sooner has the wendigo scuttled back up the ladder towards the surface, the Hunter passes the fuck out. It's only brief before adrenaline rears its ugly head and shakes him back to consciousness, but gods, he's so cold, and everything hurts, and he swears that was a bit of gunfire from up above.
"Remi?" he slurs, unable to sit up properly let alone get to his feet, his fingers fumbling at the chain he still holds in his hands. Maybe the wendigo really has disappeared forever. If that's the case, at least Ronin isn't cold any more, so he won't be feeling too uncomfortable when he dies. He's actually kind of warm, now.
"Remi?" he slurs, unable to sit up properly let alone get to his feet, his fingers fumbling at the chain he still holds in his hands. Maybe the wendigo really has disappeared forever. If that's the case, at least Ronin isn't cold any more, so he won't be feeling too uncomfortable when he dies. He's actually kind of warm, 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
