I will fight the end
"Ew," Ronin mutters, not needing any further words to describe how bad that would be. He could see Bellamy already, still believing he ruled the roost. He's certain that Caido would have corrected him quite soon after arrival, but still. "More than just the accent. He's run into him, apparently. But he says he doesn't look like himself." Ronin is aware even as he's saying it that it's starting to sound far-fetched all over again, and his fingers strum absent, gentle patterns across his husband's back.
"The man has quite the price on his head, doesn't he?" the Star murmurs, letting out a low whistle and gazing up at the black, starless sky. He still doesn't like LongNight, but regardless of all that has happened so far, it's still better than last year. The remarks about Zeph are ultimately what stump him, though, and Ronin shakes his head helplessly to Remi. "Perhaps Jata was grasping for anyone else who has met the guy?" he suggests. "But you might just need to ask Zephyr about it."
"The man has quite the price on his head, doesn't he?" the Star murmurs, letting out a low whistle and gazing up at the black, starless sky. He still doesn't like LongNight, but regardless of all that has happened so far, it's still better than last year. The remarks about Zeph are ultimately what stump him, though, and Ronin shakes his head helplessly to Remi. "Perhaps Jata was grasping for anyone else who has met the guy?" he suggests. "But you might just need to ask Zephyr about it."
'til the end is here
