an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
Once upon a time, Ronin wouldn't have dreamed of having the bars of a cell between them. He'd have been summoning every trick up his sleeve to try and heal the Flood as best he could, because they were as close as brothers, and that's quite simply what you did for each other.
It's funny how things can change.
For a second the anger that flashes across Ronin's face is raw and real and it desperately wants to sink its teeth ito Sunjata, but he swallows it back. Swiping a hand across his face and huffing out a long sigh, he hides his first - much more harsh - words behind a long drink of coffee.
"The fuck are you doing, man?" he mutters eventually, once he's done.
It's funny how things can change.
For a second the anger that flashes across Ronin's face is raw and real and it desperately wants to sink its teeth ito Sunjata, but he swallows it back. Swiping a hand across his face and huffing out a long sigh, he hides his first - much more harsh - words behind a long drink of coffee.
"The fuck are you doing, man?" he mutters eventually, once he's done.
RONIN
