the wounds are open and bleeding out
”I’m sorry.” Ronin’s voice was a quiet and broken thing; he was sorry for Amalia, sorry for the man and his child, sorry for the supernova, sorry for being outside in Longnight. All of it. He had seen enough death now that he was almost glad that the poor father had been put out of his misery; the only hard part was that the bodies would be gone come Flowerbirth, as they always were.
But they were not out of the woods yet. As Amalia’s curses hit the air Ronin reached out, trying to grasp her hands, to make her look at him rather than at the madness all around. ”We go. Back to the Temple, come on. I’ve scouted these streets and no one else has been around, we need to leave.” Already he was trying to get them on their feet, legs shaking.
But they were not out of the woods yet. As Amalia’s curses hit the air Ronin reached out, trying to grasp her hands, to make her look at him rather than at the madness all around. ”We go. Back to the Temple, come on. I’ve scouted these streets and no one else has been around, we need to leave.” Already he was trying to get them on their feet, legs shaking.
THE
DARK STAR
