turning into something caustic

Tired? Ronin knew all about tired. Between Safrin's awakening, the series of events that had followed, visiting Remi on the beach and returning to where his daughter slept and his projection watched over her, Ronin couldn't say he had rested all that much. And as the rain began to patter and echo on the rooftop overhead, he let out a frustrated sigh. It had to rain, in a tropical paradise, on the one day he would have liked to have been able to even remotely relax. Blinking his eyes open at the sound of footsteps, Ronin's brow furrowed. Whether or not he had only just realised Seren existed, it didn't make him any less of a father, and the Dark Star was on his feet in an instant, crouched behind the crates to investigate. Only at the sight of Sunjata did he relax, Ronin straightening up and holding up a hand, half in greeting and half to warn Jata not to freak out. "Morning," he said, voice rough. "You look how I feel." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.