I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin wanted to rail against Safrin, wanted to be petulant and refuse to listen, to plead ignorance against her teachings, her lessons, her love. His eyes stung and he shut them against the warm touch of her hand against his cheek, the Dark Star forcing in a deep and shaking breath to stop from breaking entirely. Before she had returned to Torchline it had seemed fine. They had burned Aoife - she was gone, never having existed except as a poison to feed their bad decisions. And now...?
"It was," he said lamely, his voice quiet and small and unhappy, "until you showed up again." Opening his eyes, he gazed up at Safrin, guilt and grief and the strange sensation that he was betraying Remi, somehow, by not continuing down their pathway of mutual destruction. "I wasn't there. I couldn't even be there for her when she died. All this anger, it's all... it's just for me. It's all directed at me, really."
"It was," he said lamely, his voice quiet and small and unhappy, "until you showed up again." Opening his eyes, he gazed up at Safrin, guilt and grief and the strange sensation that he was betraying Remi, somehow, by not continuing down their pathway of mutual destruction. "I wasn't there. I couldn't even be there for her when she died. All this anger, it's all... it's just for me. It's all directed at me, really."
the dark star
