we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin’s jaw feathers as he listens, and through their Attuned bond Sunjata will undoubtedly feel the bite of something dark and protective; a sliver of insight into the sorts of things the Star would do if it meant keeping his children safe. ”Well, rest assured you’ll not have to worry about him again, even if he shows up here. Especially if he shows up here,” he mutters, slanting a smile right back at the Flood.
Rubbing a hand over his forehead, he chews at his bottom lip as the other man continues, scoffing out a laugh at the question. ”Which one?” he asks. ”I have to say the getup I found myself in was interesting. I liked those projectiles, too. The ones with a trigger you could pull. I think overall, though, I preferred your cabin.”
Glancing up suddenly, Ronin’s smile turns a touch brighter. ”I’ve got a gift for you and Nate,” he says. ”Belated, for your wedding I suppose.”
Rubbing a hand over his forehead, he chews at his bottom lip as the other man continues, scoffing out a laugh at the question. ”Which one?” he asks. ”I have to say the getup I found myself in was interesting. I liked those projectiles, too. The ones with a trigger you could pull. I think overall, though, I preferred your cabin.”
Glancing up suddenly, Ronin’s smile turns a touch brighter. ”I’ve got a gift for you and Nate,” he says. ”Belated, for your wedding I suppose.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
