we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
The jest goes over Ronin's head, and he wants to shove Sunjata away as he moves in for a hug, but the Star is simply too tired. He doesn't need or deserve comfort, and he finds himself swiping at his eyes nonetheless as the Flood is draped around him, a source of strength he both needs and doesn't want to accept. Sunjata doesn't understand, he realises, as he keeps talking and keeps suggesting things that are already done, bridges that are already burned.
He even mentions letters, which leads Ronin to believe he's blind as well as deaf, the Star shaking his head incredulously. "You don't get it," he says, shrugging off his arm and raking a hand back through his hair. "Jata, we haven't spoken. I haven't seen him since that night with you. He sent me a letter - a bunch of them - I asked him to come home. I wanted to try. I still want to try, I just-- he..." He doesn't. And that's the crux of it.
It's too broken to come back from, for Remi. And it's done. There's no fixing something when the other person doesn't want to come back from it.
He even mentions letters, which leads Ronin to believe he's blind as well as deaf, the Star shaking his head incredulously. "You don't get it," he says, shrugging off his arm and raking a hand back through his hair. "Jata, we haven't spoken. I haven't seen him since that night with you. He sent me a letter - a bunch of them - I asked him to come home. I wanted to try. I still want to try, I just-- he..." He doesn't. And that's the crux of it.
It's too broken to come back from, for Remi. And it's done. There's no fixing something when the other person doesn't want to come back from it.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
