the wounds are open and bleeding out
Quite when Ronin had begun to tremble he didn’t know, but it seemed as though he could do nothing else as the man roared his grief, pelting the Star with guilt well deserved. How dare he, indeed. An arm came to wrap about his torso, as if he could try to hold himself together that way. Still stepping backward, Ronin stuttered in a breath as something shiny and silvery hit the floor nearby. And then the voice, so like Aoife but not, slipped out of the darkness to taunt him.
”Give the man his daughter back,” he said through lips gone numb. ”Please. I’ll stay, I just... don’t hurt anyone else. Don’t do this.” In the fractured light of his antlers, he ran a hand over his eyes. ”Just leave the others alone.” He felt it, deep within, as some part of him began to crack along the edges.
”Give the man his daughter back,” he said through lips gone numb. ”Please. I’ll stay, I just... don’t hurt anyone else. Don’t do this.” In the fractured light of his antlers, he ran a hand over his eyes. ”Just leave the others alone.” He felt it, deep within, as some part of him began to crack along the edges.
THE
DARK STAR
