we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"So... yeah. Basically, I have no superpowers right now." Ronin finishes his explanation by nuzzling deeply into the scarf wound around his face, burying his hands in his pockets. A light snow falls around them as they stroll through the Celestine at early morning - one of the only times, he figures, that he and Tobi will not be called to various other issues. He hasn't minced words, appreciating that the doctor would prefer candidness, but he has chosen an area away from the clinic specifically so he can delay the time before he's poked at and prodded.
Besides, he likes the Celestine. Explanation done, Ronin removes one of his hands from his pockets and leans down to scoop some snow from the path, tossing it playfully at Tobi after he's formed it into a snowball. "Do you like Deepfrost?"
Besides, he likes the Celestine. Explanation done, Ronin removes one of his hands from his pockets and leans down to scoop some snow from the path, tossing it playfully at Tobi after he's formed it into a snowball. "Do you like Deepfrost?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
