we live in a world someone else imagined
"What, judge, jury and executioner?" Ronin wrinkled his nose. "This suits you much better, if I do say so myself. And whatever - we're all heroes and villains to certain people, Jata. If my time in Caido has taught me anything, it's that." He was a perfect case in question, after all. His fingers danced along the side of his empty glass, enjoying the deep and burning warmth that had begun to settle in him from the alcohol, and both wanting another drink and not. He glanced up at the echo of a voice in his mind, a lopsided smile on his face.
I suppose you'd call it that, yes. I'm still not used to speaking this way. He shrugged his shoulders, rubbing at his forehead with his free hand.
"Safrin's weapon, huh? Can't say I envy you," he muttered, hearing out the nature of Jata's quest and snorting. "Need a half-god's blood? I got enough, if you need it. Justice, though..." Ronin met the other man's gaze and shrugged. "It's a dagger. I think it is quite clear what justice may be needed."
I suppose you'd call it that, yes. I'm still not used to speaking this way. He shrugged his shoulders, rubbing at his forehead with his free hand.
"Safrin's weapon, huh? Can't say I envy you," he muttered, hearing out the nature of Jata's quest and snorting. "Need a half-god's blood? I got enough, if you need it. Justice, though..." Ronin met the other man's gaze and shrugged. "It's a dagger. I think it is quite clear what justice may be needed."
the dark star
