we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin’s lips press together, well able to imagine the situation that would have led Sunjata to blacking out, and he tries to press down the heaviness in his chest. All that time at the Climb - if they had returned sooner, might this have been avoided? Giving himself a mental shake, Ronin does his best to move on. It can’t be helped now, but he can try for the future, at least. The Star forces himself to relax, jaw softening and muscles draining of their tension as he gazes across to Jata, listening about his dreams.
”Something like that,” he murmurs, not in the habit of lying or being secretive about himself. ”I seem to have acquired a new ability lately, from Safrin. I can dream walk. I wondered if you remembered anything different about the last time you had that nightmare, is all.” Because Ronin doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it.
”Something like that,” he murmurs, not in the habit of lying or being secretive about himself. ”I seem to have acquired a new ability lately, from Safrin. I can dream walk. I wondered if you remembered anything different about the last time you had that nightmare, is all.” Because Ronin doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
