I swear I never dream that we're alone
"Pretty name. Bet she's prettier than you, too." Especially now, given that Ronin has smacked Sunjata around a bit. He watches to make sure that the other man actually drinks his water instead of throwing it all over himself or something equally as stupid; only once he's satisfied does he sit back properly, putting everything away. And despite himself, when Jata speaks about her, Ronin can't help but smile. "It's like magic, isn't it?" he mumbles. "When you realise all of a sudden, that there's a little part of you walking and talking and thinking for itself. And you'd die for it. And kill for it."
The beautiful moment is ruined, of course, by the way Sunjata utterly fails to grab the olive branch that he's holding out, and RoNiN turns to give the Flood an utterly bemused look. "I was talking about myself, you dickhead," he snips, reaching out to punch him in the arm for good measure. He's smiling though, at least. "She's got Safrin though too, you're right. I hope she stays here for a long time." A pause, and then he realises he has forgotten to clarify. "Instead of going up to the stars, I mean. Like Seren."
The beautiful moment is ruined, of course, by the way Sunjata utterly fails to grab the olive branch that he's holding out, and RoNiN turns to give the Flood an utterly bemused look. "I was talking about myself, you dickhead," he snips, reaching out to punch him in the arm for good measure. He's smiling though, at least. "She's got Safrin though too, you're right. I hope she stays here for a long time." A pause, and then he realises he has forgotten to clarify. "Instead of going up to the stars, I mean. Like Seren."
the dark star
