we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin was not a modern man, but the look on his face was clear, and if he'd known the vocabulary for it, he'd have said it: fuck that noise. "An incubus, huh? For someone meant to act as a vessel for those who have passed on, she certainly allows her own opinions to cloud her judgement, doesn't she?" He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sunjata. I wouldn't pander to it, personally. She's only hurting Maea more with the ridiculous charade. You can't just get over something because someone asks you to, or makes a ritual about it."
Sitting across from the guildmaster, Ronin did help himself to more whiskey, though he was careful to sip at it slowly. Couldn't afford to get wasted now, could he? Still, the Dark Star could only grumble reluctant agreement at Sunjata's points, shrugging his shoulders - Safrin had pushed him away, whatever happened. "With a kiss, huh? Surprise surprise. Be careful, Jata. That's the only real warning I can give you. Because regardless of everything that has happened, I know I'm still stuck with her too."
Sitting across from the guildmaster, Ronin did help himself to more whiskey, though he was careful to sip at it slowly. Couldn't afford to get wasted now, could he? Still, the Dark Star could only grumble reluctant agreement at Sunjata's points, shrugging his shoulders - Safrin had pushed him away, whatever happened. "With a kiss, huh? Surprise surprise. Be careful, Jata. That's the only real warning I can give you. Because regardless of everything that has happened, I know I'm still stuck with her too."
the dark star
