and on to the glory at my right hand
As Remi and Deimos round on Sunjata, Ronin also takes the opportunity to pull himself out of the water, immediately starting to shiver as his clothes hit the cold air. He does his best to wring them out, but without the Flood's abilities, it won't be long until he's forced to shift into something with a fur or feathers or scales. Still, he lingers for now just behind Remi, drawn to the other man like a moth to a flame and swallowing hard as the Sword's question in particular hits the air.
"Could you say no to her?" he asks, his voice tighter than he'd like it to be as he rubs his hands together and his breath starts to fog the air despite the steam rolling from the springs nearby. Anything they might be able to glean would be useful - not just in understanding the Flood and the position he'd been put in, but for anyone else Everest who was currently infected.
"Could you say no to her?" he asks, his voice tighter than he'd like it to be as he rubs his hands together and his breath starts to fog the air despite the steam rolling from the springs nearby. Anything they might be able to glean would be useful - not just in understanding the Flood and the position he'd been put in, but for anyone else Everest who was currently infected.
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