Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Biting the inside of his cheek, Ronin resists the urge to either punch the guard (for something to take his anger out on) or to shake the wendigo, partially because he's absolutely right but mostly because he doesn't like hearing it. "Alright," he says slowly. "All of that is true. But you don't know it can't get better. And even if it can't..." He glances over his shoulder at the crackling on a walkie-talkie, knowing trouble is very likely on its way.
"Don't go at it like this. It's clumsy. It's not you," he says, scrubbing a hand across his forehead. "We could have figured something out the next time we went on a hunt." But whether they ever let Remi out again after this is... well, Ronin has doubts about it, put it that way.
"Don't go at it like this. It's clumsy. It's not you," he says, scrubbing a hand across his forehead. "We could have figured something out the next time we went on a hunt." But whether they ever let Remi out again after this is... well, Ronin has doubts about it, put it that way.
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
