the wounds are open and bleeding out
Somehow even though they were arguably working closer than ever, Ronin hadn't felt further from Remi in a long time. He hummed a note of agreement and approval at the news about what was being done down in the town, one knee drawn up to his chest, his arm braced against it and his eyes on the lapping waves below. "Mm, that's good," he said, having heard almost nothing about what Remi had actually said.
"You know, lately I've considered throwing myself off this cliff." It was quiet, nonchalant almost, and Ronin could almost hear the rebuttal. The how dare you, the how could you be so selfish. But it didn't make it any less true. No conversations with Sunjata or house building could change it.
"You know, lately I've considered throwing myself off this cliff." It was quiet, nonchalant almost, and Ronin could almost hear the rebuttal. The how dare you, the how could you be so selfish. But it didn't make it any less true. No conversations with Sunjata or house building could change it.
THE
DARK STAR
