we live in a world someone else imagined
They're in complete agreement there, at least, Ronin grumbling out an inarticulate moan as the man who knows him best starts trying to ease the concrete tension from his shoulders. "I'll move back in here," he says softly. "I'll help Mateo with his... whatever's happening down there. Maybe I can get you a compass..." They're just words, right now, continuing to spill from the Huntsman to help him make sense of things.
Peeling his eyes open and letting Remi do whatever he needs to get him clean, Ronin nods gently. "I don't think I'll really believe it until I go out there tomorrow and the Tower is still gone," he mumbles. "It didn't feel... planned. It was chaotic. No preamble, no coordination. I don't even know how they all got here at once." He frowns. "Maybe Isla didn't know about it. If communication isn't even happening between them..."
Then that makes them even more dangerous, in Ronin's opinion.
Peeling his eyes open and letting Remi do whatever he needs to get him clean, Ronin nods gently. "I don't think I'll really believe it until I go out there tomorrow and the Tower is still gone," he mumbles. "It didn't feel... planned. It was chaotic. No preamble, no coordination. I don't even know how they all got here at once." He frowns. "Maybe Isla didn't know about it. If communication isn't even happening between them..."
Then that makes them even more dangerous, in Ronin's opinion.
the dark star
