we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin's lips part before he thinks better of saying anything, offering only another squeeze to Sunjata's shoulders. In recent conversation Remi had called the Flood sulky, but to look upon him here and now, he seems more than ever like a child with nothing, trying to make sense of a world that keeps striking him down. And then he makes the comparison, between himself and Nate, and though the Star attempts to laugh it off, his own eyes are stinging as he shrugs.
"It sucks, yeah," he mumbles. "Sorry to hear about what happened with Safrin. It's... fuck, Jata. Anythin' I try to say to you isn't really gonna scratch the surface, is it?" At least he doesn't blurt out what the fuck are you gonna do? which is what's absolutely going through his head. "Is there anythin' I can do to help?" he offers instead, knowing the likely answer to that as well.
"It sucks, yeah," he mumbles. "Sorry to hear about what happened with Safrin. It's... fuck, Jata. Anythin' I try to say to you isn't really gonna scratch the surface, is it?" At least he doesn't blurt out what the fuck are you gonna do? which is what's absolutely going through his head. "Is there anythin' I can do to help?" he offers instead, knowing the likely answer to that as well.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
