the wounds are open and bleeding out
Aww, sure. Let’s talk. Let’s have a little chat.
Ronin turns at the cries of his name, the threats of the Voice (fuck her, anyway), the pleas to explain himself. By the look of them they had to be there, they had to know, surely.
”What?” His demand is flat, his tone broken, and there is already another bolt of starlight shining in his hands. He hurls it at the Temple, before unhooking Emmett’s axe from its sling, propping it over his shoulder.
”Oh, don’t be so mewling and surprised. It’s about time the gods heard a little home truths, isn’t it?”
Ronin turns away again, walks away this time, leaving a perfectly ethereal version of himself in his place. It is this one who continues to address the group.
”They don’t care about us. So why bother with them? Call the Voice, if you really want. Do it. I dare you to do it.”
Ronin turns at the cries of his name, the threats of the Voice (fuck her, anyway), the pleas to explain himself. By the look of them they had to be there, they had to know, surely.
”What?” His demand is flat, his tone broken, and there is already another bolt of starlight shining in his hands. He hurls it at the Temple, before unhooking Emmett’s axe from its sling, propping it over his shoulder.
”Oh, don’t be so mewling and surprised. It’s about time the gods heard a little home truths, isn’t it?”
Ronin turns away again, walks away this time, leaving a perfectly ethereal version of himself in his place. It is this one who continues to address the group.
”They don’t care about us. So why bother with them? Call the Voice, if you really want. Do it. I dare you to do it.”
THE
DARK STAR
