the weight of the world won't bend my knees

and on to the glory at my right hand

Ronin releases Sunjata the moment his hands come swatting at him; the hotsprings are hardly deep, and combined with the Flood's tall stature, it would be surprising if he struggled to get his feet beneath him. "Easy," he says, holding those same hands up and taking a step or two back; his clothes are soaking wet and weighing him down, but he hardly feels it as he hears Deimos confirm what they've all been wanting to hear.

Letting out a long sigh and glancing at Remi with a weak smile, he doesn't want to bombard Sunjata with questions, but they do need answers nonetheless. "Sorry we had to trick you," he adds, figuring it easiest to let Jata tell them what he knows first, before they follow up. "We knew you wouldn't agree to come here otherwise..."

ronin

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)