back to basics

please just don't forget me He held her gaze steadily, unable to know what was going through her head but imagining it well enough. He hadn't conducted as many of these conversations as he had expected, just yet, but he felt the same as some of those who hadn't known him well. What right had he, over others? Why did he get to return to this place, to pick up the pieces he'd left behind, when there were thousands who could not? He knew why, but that didn't make it any less bitter on some days. "I don't mind talking about it," he murmured. "I was a star, for a while. But Safrin plucked me down, after a friend of mine made a very great sacrifice to the god of death. To Mort." Sighing, he ruffled a hand through his dark hair. "She was brought to this place with the gift of immortality. Gift or curse, I suppose. And she gave it up, that I might come back. I'm standing here on her heartbeats, not my own." Heavy as the talk was, he also managed to conjure back a ghost of a smile, nodding to the paint and a couple of brushes, before selecting a pot and brush for himself and beginning to climb the ladder. "If you wouldn't mind giving the borders a fresh coat, I'd appreciate it. In the meantime, I'll make sure this says the right thing." At the moment the sign boasted the name Mntr untrs guld and Ronin was keen to change that.