I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin had asked for it. Screaming at Safrin, goading her, attacking her... he had asked for it, and he yet here he is. Wherever here is. The hunter stumbles as they are thrown into strange and blinding light, and the ground gives way beneath his feet, sending him to his hands and knees on... sand.
Sand...
His head shoots up, wild eyes drinking in the stretch of ocean, the soft hush of waves, the warm shoreline on his back and shoulders. He blinks quickly.
"Vanya..."
This is home - like home in the stars - but there's no world swirling beyond the edge of the water. His loved ones are not down there for him to look upon fondly. So Ronin gazes up instead, and there's a bundle of blankets that he recognises even having only seen it for a fraction of a second.
And then there's Remi.
"You're dead," he remarks.
Sand...
His head shoots up, wild eyes drinking in the stretch of ocean, the soft hush of waves, the warm shoreline on his back and shoulders. He blinks quickly.
"Vanya..."
This is home - like home in the stars - but there's no world swirling beyond the edge of the water. His loved ones are not down there for him to look upon fondly. So Ronin gazes up instead, and there's a bundle of blankets that he recognises even having only seen it for a fraction of a second.
And then there's Remi.
"You're dead," he remarks.
the dark star
