RONIN
the darkstar
”Don’t— please.” Ronin holds up a hand as if to try to stop the other man from getting up and out of bed, for all the good it would do. ”We have no way of getting to StormBreak. We don’t know where it is. Those people who came to speak to us are the only ones who know more, and they know we are here. So we wait for them.” It’s the Star’s turn to sound stern, Ronin suddenly seeming a lot more tired and ragged than he’s letting on.
Maybe it’s because he spends his sleep living another life in his dreams. Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time he saw Remi eat or drink, and however good he might be at surviving on nothing, even he isn’t invincible. Tell-tale shadows are starting to show beneath his eyes, and there’s a string of fatigue that runs through him that’s beginning to tighten - elsewhere in the house, his projection is still taking care of everything else.
”If they come, we can go. Not before. Okay?”
Maybe it’s because he spends his sleep living another life in his dreams. Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time he saw Remi eat or drink, and however good he might be at surviving on nothing, even he isn’t invincible. Tell-tale shadows are starting to show beneath his eyes, and there’s a string of fatigue that runs through him that’s beginning to tighten - elsewhere in the house, his projection is still taking care of everything else.
”If they come, we can go. Not before. Okay?”
