the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin's greeting to both Sunjata and Deimos dies in his throat at the Sword's initial question; his hand falls to rest atop Remi's, his wariness sloshing through their touch like ice water. Reiterating the general consensus of w o t feels like overkill, and so it's with his jaw set and his posture very carefully calm (even if he's gripping his beer bottle hard enough to crack it now) that he turns to Deimos to hear the explanation.
But of course he ought to have expected shitfuckery from this whole gathering - he just hadn't anticipated it coming from Flora, even if he absolutely fucking should have. His blue eyes flick towards the Doubletake as if to make sure she's still outside of Pierce's barrier, before he inhales a deep breath and releases it, taking a slow sip of his drink.
I see, he mutters, but whatever objections sit on his tongue - what about the civilians; what if you miss; what if he takes it out on your family - feel largely too late given that they're right here, right now, and Deimos is already equipped to do the doing. Be careful, is all he settles on, giving Remi's hand a squeeze.
But of course he ought to have expected shitfuckery from this whole gathering - he just hadn't anticipated it coming from Flora, even if he absolutely fucking should have. His blue eyes flick towards the Doubletake as if to make sure she's still outside of Pierce's barrier, before he inhales a deep breath and releases it, taking a slow sip of his drink.
I see, he mutters, but whatever objections sit on his tongue - what about the civilians; what if you miss; what if he takes it out on your family - feel largely too late given that they're right here, right now, and Deimos is already equipped to do the doing. Be careful, is all he settles on, giving Remi's hand a squeeze.
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