devils in the canyon

Oh, hush, Ronin wants to say to the Wicker Woman, but he is too busy setting it alight and unfairly taking out his temper on it. I don't care, Remi. He can't help the cold tone of his voice, and at this moment in time, it's true. He doesn't care. Let Sunjata struggle and suffer in his decision. Ronin had warned him - hells, the Flood had seen first hand just how horrific it was to be tethered so eternally to a goddess. (And honestly, Ronin had already been tethered to begin with, given that he owed his life to Safrin). If I go to see him, it won't be good. That is the be all and end all of it, and Ronin isn't sure when it will change. The Wicker Woman is burning all around him now, screeching and crackling heralding its death, and the Star turns to look at his husband with an exquisite sort of pain in his eyes. "How are you being so kind?" he whispers. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving