I swear I still believe but I don't know
Later, Ronin would be suspicious that their talk about gods and heroes had summoned Safrin, and he'd be more careful with his words. For now, however, there was very little he could do, and as the starshine on the water momentarily blinded them, something in the Dark Star's bones shuddered in warning. He sat up from Remi's lap and turned to face the ocean, to face Safrin in all her burning beauty, and gods but it hurt to look at her.
Not just physically either. One of Ronin's hands found Remi's, if for only a moment, and he swallowed hard. His previous encounter with the goddess had been sharp with grief and madness - how else could he have achieved all that he did, said all that he had? But the razor on the grief was blunted now, by time and by the warmth of the sands and day-to-day living with Remi. And the celestial thread in him, the one running through his core to keep his heart pumping... well, that certainly felt yanked right now.
"Leave him out of this. Please." The formality was tacked on out of nerves, and he glanced sidelong at Remi as if to ask if he wanted to stay or to try to leave.
Not just physically either. One of Ronin's hands found Remi's, if for only a moment, and he swallowed hard. His previous encounter with the goddess had been sharp with grief and madness - how else could he have achieved all that he did, said all that he had? But the razor on the grief was blunted now, by time and by the warmth of the sands and day-to-day living with Remi. And the celestial thread in him, the one running through his core to keep his heart pumping... well, that certainly felt yanked right now.
"Leave him out of this. Please." The formality was tacked on out of nerves, and he glanced sidelong at Remi as if to ask if he wanted to stay or to try to leave.
the dark star
