I will fight the end
There isn't really a morning after the night before, not during LongNight. But eventually - and Ronin can't say how long - he and the Flood do come around. And whatever bruised and battered reality they return to, it is a regret that the Star can't stick around. Because much as he has missed Sunjata, much as he believes he will be making up for this for the rest of his life somehow, there's a deeper thread that runs through him. A heartbeat that thuds, slow and dangerous on his finger, that he is heedless to follow.
And so Ronin goes, stepping out into a perfect, pitch blackness punctuated by the bonfires in the distance. He feels small and alone in this beautiful space just outside the house carved into the cliffsides. This isn't how it was meant to be. It isn't how any of this is meant to be, and yet here they are again. LongNight rears its head and the world plunges into madness every single time. What use is there to run from it?
Ronin doesn't have the Attuned ability to seek out his husband, and perhaps it is just strange habit that has him stopping and waiting outside Sunjata's front door. He knows, somehow, that Remi will not be far.
And so Ronin goes, stepping out into a perfect, pitch blackness punctuated by the bonfires in the distance. He feels small and alone in this beautiful space just outside the house carved into the cliffsides. This isn't how it was meant to be. It isn't how any of this is meant to be, and yet here they are again. LongNight rears its head and the world plunges into madness every single time. What use is there to run from it?
Ronin doesn't have the Attuned ability to seek out his husband, and perhaps it is just strange habit that has him stopping and waiting outside Sunjata's front door. He knows, somehow, that Remi will not be far.
'til the end is here
