RONIN
It was a shame, at least for Ronin, that of all the information Amalia had to give, the only new stuff was about something he probably wouldn't live to see. At least not in his current state, anyway. (It was unfortunate, too, that the baket had come across him in one of his less agreeable states, liable to snap and become uncharacteristically angry).
"Wonderful. So I'm to end up, potentially, like the thing that killed me." His voice was low and furious and defeated, Ronin wrinkling his nose and remembering the stench of decay, the rictus grin, the leathered flesh. "At least there is a plan." He glanced to Remi. "That means the blight might end, even if it is too late for me."
"Wonderful. So I'm to end up, potentially, like the thing that killed me." His voice was low and furious and defeated, Ronin wrinkling his nose and remembering the stench of decay, the rictus grin, the leathered flesh. "At least there is a plan." He glanced to Remi. "That means the blight might end, even if it is too late for me."
a star in someone else's sky
