I swear I still believe but I don't know
Always. Now more than ever it seems, for better or for worse. And it cannot get any worse, Ronin is quite certain about that. This is an open chasm into which they are falling, and there is nothing left to cling to but each other. And as Remi begins to speak about their daughter, the moments before, the little details and tiny, beautiful niceties, it is difficult to dig back into his vitriol. It's at bay - for now.
"You tried," he whispers, one hand splayed across the scar where the ice would have punched through Remi, the other taking the dagger in numb fingers. "She was happy with you. She was always happy..."
Gods, but it just hurts. It hurts like nothing he has ever felt before, or ever will again. Ronin tosses the dagger aside, feeling the thrum of a heartbeat beneath his hand and upon his finger, and it's that pulse and that alone that tethers him to his sanity. If only...
If only that had been there before he had unleashed himself on the Temple.
"I think Safrin put us here," he mumbles.
"You tried," he whispers, one hand splayed across the scar where the ice would have punched through Remi, the other taking the dagger in numb fingers. "She was happy with you. She was always happy..."
Gods, but it just hurts. It hurts like nothing he has ever felt before, or ever will again. Ronin tosses the dagger aside, feeling the thrum of a heartbeat beneath his hand and upon his finger, and it's that pulse and that alone that tethers him to his sanity. If only...
If only that had been there before he had unleashed himself on the Temple.
"I think Safrin put us here," he mumbles.
the dark star
