RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
"I'm not sure she would listen even to one of her own," Ronin admitted, frowning down at the snowy path they were following, now, back in towards the Hollowed Grounds proper. "We're all just puppets in this, Remi. Gods pulling our strings, making us act out whatever they feel is right whilst a bigger fight goes on above our heads." That was certainly how it felt lately, anyway, but Ronin honestly didn't know if it was just the blight talking.
Dying in the wilderness didn't seem fun - but then he supposed it was infinitely better than the Spire where it had happened last time. And he still wasn't alone - that was good, too. "Sure," he said gruffly. "We'll do that, then. If it happens." When it happened.
Dying in the wilderness didn't seem fun - but then he supposed it was infinitely better than the Spire where it had happened last time. And he still wasn't alone - that was good, too. "Sure," he said gruffly. "We'll do that, then. If it happens." When it happened.
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
