the devil is not as black as he is painted
"No, it won't." Safrin agreed. It won't end like this for me at all, for Safrin had already seen the ending of her life. Seen the cosmic bang that heralded her last breath. Ronin would die. They all would and life would go on.
Smiling despite herself—Ronin's roguish charm had been one of the things that ultimately drew her to him after all—the goddess nodded. "You always did have a way with words, sugar." Safrin smiled weakly as she pulled in a breath and held it. "Go then my Fallen Star. Go then and find your meaning, and know that I am always with you."
Smiling despite herself—Ronin's roguish charm had been one of the things that ultimately drew her to him after all—the goddess nodded. "You always did have a way with words, sugar." Safrin smiled weakly as she pulled in a breath and held it. "Go then my Fallen Star. Go then and find your meaning, and know that I am always with you."
