the devil is not as black as he is painted
"I can't enter a second time. You will be alone if you enter. And weakened as I am, I'm not even sure what good I would be to you from afar, either." Safrin said with a long sigh. Perhaps there were things they could do for the mortals, but for the infected goddess? Well. No one seemed to be to worried about that. Not her fellow barrier-gods, not Vi either. So it seemed anyways.
"Yes." Safrin agreed in a whisper. It would be worse. A monster wearing Ronin's face, the hunter's mind held captive deep in a dark recess. "You always do." She mused, a hand tangling into his dark hair. It was nearly a misnomer after all; Ronin would do all he could, because that was all he could do. Sadly, the redundant platitude meant little to one who had birthed the stars that twinkled above.
"Yes." Safrin agreed in a whisper. It would be worse. A monster wearing Ronin's face, the hunter's mind held captive deep in a dark recess. "You always do." She mused, a hand tangling into his dark hair. It was nearly a misnomer after all; Ronin would do all he could, because that was all he could do. Sadly, the redundant platitude meant little to one who had birthed the stars that twinkled above.
