RONIN
"You have done so much already." Ronin shook his head and smiled to Safrin. "Not just for me, or for the tulmhainar. For everyone. It won't end like this." He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers tangle in his hair, the starlight brewing within him shining all the brighter. Rising to his feet, Ronin gave her a respectful bow and a smile that was equal parts earnest and purposely charming.
"I remember when I first laid eyes on you," he said. "You still look like that, to me. You always will. And you saved me, even when I was to die. Now it's my turn." Because Ronin would not become a monster. He would not.
And no one needed to know about this.
"I remember when I first laid eyes on you," he said. "You still look like that, to me. You always will. And you saved me, even when I was to die. Now it's my turn." Because Ronin would not become a monster. He would not.
And no one needed to know about this.
a star in someone else's sky
