RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Had he the energy, Ronin would have fought against the restraints with tooth and nail (or the blight would have, anyway), but it was all he could do to hang there in the grip of Remi's magic, dirty hair falling into his face, expression twisting as the alchemist moved in to wipe his mouth. He was silent as Remi started to speak, eyes on the other man's feet, Ronin driven to his knees and tied down by vines and earth.
"The prison," he said quietly, hoarsely, in a voice that didn't sound like it had been used in too long. "Take me to the prison. I don't want the memory of this to be anywhere near our home."
"The prison," he said quietly, hoarsely, in a voice that didn't sound like it had been used in too long. "Take me to the prison. I don't want the memory of this to be anywhere near our home."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
