we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
The scar earns Sunjata a very perplexed look from Ronin, who has no idea what it means to do it right by Korofi standards. Still, he accepts that it’s the case, even if his smile is tinged with sadness to hear that the Flood doesn’t even remember getting hitched. ”That won’t do at all,” he says. ”I didn’t get to throw you a bachelor party or anything. Nope. You’ll just have to do it all again,” he informs him.
He doesn’t miss the way Sunjata rubs at the bruise on his neck, Ronin swallowing hard and letting out a soft sigh. Far be it for him to tell the other man how to live, but the words itch in the back of his throat, begging to be said. ”Be careful, while Nate’s sick. Okay?” he mumbles. ”I wouldn’t want him to have to live with it, if anything happened to you.”
Oh but then they’re talking about Amalia, and whilst he’s expecting surprise, it’s still a little more than Ronin anticipates. ”She and and Deimos... well. She left and she’s living with us right now. Put it that way.” He shrugs his shoulders.
He doesn’t miss the way Sunjata rubs at the bruise on his neck, Ronin swallowing hard and letting out a soft sigh. Far be it for him to tell the other man how to live, but the words itch in the back of his throat, begging to be said. ”Be careful, while Nate’s sick. Okay?” he mumbles. ”I wouldn’t want him to have to live with it, if anything happened to you.”
Oh but then they’re talking about Amalia, and whilst he’s expecting surprise, it’s still a little more than Ronin anticipates. ”She and and Deimos... well. She left and she’s living with us right now. Put it that way.” He shrugs his shoulders.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
