we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin could taste copper, and had to make sure he hadn't bitten his tongue or the inside of his cheek as he heard Safrin out. Her accusations and threats slid insidiously into his mind, and his stomach churned with the need to balk against it. But of course, what was the point? The root of Ronin's upset was nothing to do with the dream-that-had-not-been, or the promises he had made or the things he had said. It was everything to do with his goddess inciting the event, clearly with the intention that Seren would be the end game.
Safrin could hand him a daughter, barely a season after he had lost one, and expect him to step up and carry on like it was nothing. She was capable of that sort of disregard for his circumstances, and he would never forget it.
He didn't respond to the lady of the stars. He might not be able to deny her without painting his own soul black, but that did not mean he had to acknowledge her more than necessary. And at the end of it all, there was a child - his child - to think about. "If you change your mind, you just need to tell me, okay? I'll make sure you get back to your mother," he said to Seren.
Safrin could hand him a daughter, barely a season after he had lost one, and expect him to step up and carry on like it was nothing. She was capable of that sort of disregard for his circumstances, and he would never forget it.
He didn't respond to the lady of the stars. He might not be able to deny her without painting his own soul black, but that did not mean he had to acknowledge her more than necessary. And at the end of it all, there was a child - his child - to think about. "If you change your mind, you just need to tell me, okay? I'll make sure you get back to your mother," he said to Seren.
the dark star
