RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
“No, I imagine you’re quite right.” Still, until they were rumbled by others looking for a place to hide away from LongNight, the room was as close to a sanctuary as it got. He moved to return to his seat, to his sketches, where half formed figures walked along shorelines or climbed across rocks beside the sea. Given that it wasn’t really his room, per say, Ronin didn’t offer Kiada a seat, trusting her to take one if she wanted to.
”Upset Safrin?” he echoed with an arch of his eyebrow, not particularly understanding what she meant. “I don’t think I have. I said some terrible things when I was blighted, but she didn’t ever seem upset with me. I can’t say I’ve been around many other gods to judge if they like me or not, either.” He smiled awkwardly, as if he was letting her down. “Why do you ask?”
”Upset Safrin?” he echoed with an arch of his eyebrow, not particularly understanding what she meant. “I don’t think I have. I said some terrible things when I was blighted, but she didn’t ever seem upset with me. I can’t say I’ve been around many other gods to judge if they like me or not, either.” He smiled awkwardly, as if he was letting her down. “Why do you ask?”
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
