Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"It's better that you don't know," Ronin assures his friend with a quiet laugh that suggests he's already got enough to think about and mull over. The hallway is empty as they head for the stairs, but the hunter still keeps his voice low, even before the conversation strays into more intimate settings. "Interested in the results or interested in you?" He raises his eyebrows, unintentionally voicing the wendigo's own uncertainties.
Letting out a soft laugh and jostling his shoulder against Remi's - he'll take I hope not as a compliment, if the other man doesn't mind - Ronin nonetheless grows solemn to hear about the darker side of the serum, i.e. coming out of it. "If you were really inhuman, you wouldn't miss it," he says gently.
"And I know Isla can't know the details, but if you told her you were starting to struggle with the transition back..." He shrugs helplessly. "I don't even know, to be honest. I don't know if there's a way to make that easier." His I'm sorry goes unsaid, because they both know he is.
Letting out a soft laugh and jostling his shoulder against Remi's - he'll take I hope not as a compliment, if the other man doesn't mind - Ronin nonetheless grows solemn to hear about the darker side of the serum, i.e. coming out of it. "If you were really inhuman, you wouldn't miss it," he says gently.
"And I know Isla can't know the details, but if you told her you were starting to struggle with the transition back..." He shrugs helplessly. "I don't even know, to be honest. I don't know if there's a way to make that easier." His I'm sorry goes unsaid, because they both know he is.
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
