the dying sun illuminates so much

I swear I still believe but I don't know

It was not clear to him, if that had not been absolutely obvious by the scene on the beach that she had interrupted, and Ronin found himself standing rigidly in the strange, galactic soup of Safrin's ire, his fists clenched and his shoulders tense, his eyes on his feet now (since anywhere else led to madness). He flinched visibly at the sound of Aoife's name, tired blue eyes pricking at the corners, but he did his best to stand against the torrent she threw at him.

"Did you save her just to kill her later, then?" he asked softly. "To provide the heartbreak and loss intended to shape me?" He drew a shuddering breath. "I wish she had died with Vanya. It would not have been so cruel as this."

the dark star