we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin wrinkled his nose at that - he recalled the look of Mort's daughter when she had been trying to wrench the soul from the ghost whale, and it wasn't something he remembered with all that much fondness. "Sounds like she's made herself the judge, jury and executioner for those who are grieving," he muttered. "The irony that all of this was so you could remember the dead through Maea. I guess it's got to be the right kind of dead that you can't let go." Shaking his head, he took another generous gulp of whiskey.
He raises his glass in a toast of agreement, though, that he would watch Sunjata's back, a smile finding its way on his face. "You agreed to be something for her?" He chuckled. "I feel like you will regret not ironing out those terms. It's how I ended up a luxere." Because it had been a weird few days, okay?
"I appreciate it, Jata. And if you ever need help, even if it's to fulfil some deal you have made with Safrin, you can call on me. I'll do whatever I can." He finished his drink.
He raises his glass in a toast of agreement, though, that he would watch Sunjata's back, a smile finding its way on his face. "You agreed to be something for her?" He chuckled. "I feel like you will regret not ironing out those terms. It's how I ended up a luxere." Because it had been a weird few days, okay?
"I appreciate it, Jata. And if you ever need help, even if it's to fulfil some deal you have made with Safrin, you can call on me. I'll do whatever I can." He finished his drink.
the dark star
