an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
Morning arrives on long, warm fingers of light and barely a cloud in the sky, belying the chaos that preceded it the day before.
Ronin isn't in a rush, knowing that the magical slumber Remi has placed Sunjata into is testament to jail all on its own, even without the cell he's thrown him into. And so he dawdles. He broods.
He gets two cups of coffee, considers throwing one away, and changes his mind again.
Arriving at Judgement's Needle, he seats himself quite obviously on the other side of the bars of Jata's cell, in the sunshine with the sparkling spear of a needle thrusting at the sky behind him. And when he's good and ready, he reaches through and touches the Flood on the arm to awaken him.
He doesn't know if Sunjata's clothes have had a chance to dry or if he'll be feeling anything less than grotesque, and he's still trying to decide if he cares. Nonetheless, he places the second coffee on the other side of the bars as well, and waits.
Ronin isn't in a rush, knowing that the magical slumber Remi has placed Sunjata into is testament to jail all on its own, even without the cell he's thrown him into. And so he dawdles. He broods.
He gets two cups of coffee, considers throwing one away, and changes his mind again.
Arriving at Judgement's Needle, he seats himself quite obviously on the other side of the bars of Jata's cell, in the sunshine with the sparkling spear of a needle thrusting at the sky behind him. And when he's good and ready, he reaches through and touches the Flood on the arm to awaken him.
He doesn't know if Sunjata's clothes have had a chance to dry or if he'll be feeling anything less than grotesque, and he's still trying to decide if he cares. Nonetheless, he places the second coffee on the other side of the bars as well, and waits.
RONIN
