we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"It's only one of a lot of things we could try. I'm not so sure Safrin would help us with it, given who Remi and Nate are," Ronin murmurs, running his fingers through his hair. "But maybe if we approached Ludo..." Going to the Voice is completely out of the question for Ronin, but perhaps Remi's patron herald would hear them out. The mere thought of it has him also sinking half a glass of his drink, shuddering to himself.
"I will talk to Remi," he confirms, setting the glass down at the same time as they make their strange sort of toast. "You reckon we could make 'em a big sweater that they both have to wear until they get along?" he suggests, scoffing at the mere idea of it. It would end in blood, but fuck, it might be funny for ten seconds. "Want to play darts?" he asks suddenly, as if some part of him wants to wipe away the fatigue and stress from Sunjata's face.
"I will talk to Remi," he confirms, setting the glass down at the same time as they make their strange sort of toast. "You reckon we could make 'em a big sweater that they both have to wear until they get along?" he suggests, scoffing at the mere idea of it. It would end in blood, but fuck, it might be funny for ten seconds. "Want to play darts?" he asks suddenly, as if some part of him wants to wipe away the fatigue and stress from Sunjata's face.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
