everything has its wonders
"I think I may have been given special treatment, granted," Ronin said warmly, unable not to detect the note of envy in her tone. "I daresay if I hadn't become a star I'd have just been another soul on its way to the afterlife." He shrugged his shoulders. Either way, it had certainly suited him. Sipping at his drink again, he arched an eyebrow at Wessex over the rim of his glass, surprised to hear that her death had been so... well. Instant. And then not again.
"Just a tune?" he echoed, shaking his head. "That's very strange. You think you could remember it? If you played it for someone, perhaps they could tell you where it came from." An odd suggestion, certainly, but Ronin was full of them. As she asked how he felt he let out a quiet laugh, shrugging his shoulders to her.
"Weak as a kitten. This isn't the body I died in, I'm pretty sure. And things feel different, in certain ways. I feel as though I can always see the stars, even indoors." Which sounded ridiculous, and he knew it.
"Just a tune?" he echoed, shaking his head. "That's very strange. You think you could remember it? If you played it for someone, perhaps they could tell you where it came from." An odd suggestion, certainly, but Ronin was full of them. As she asked how he felt he let out a quiet laugh, shrugging his shoulders to her.
"Weak as a kitten. This isn't the body I died in, I'm pretty sure. And things feel different, in certain ways. I feel as though I can always see the stars, even indoors." Which sounded ridiculous, and he knew it.
even darkness and silence
