baby you were my picket fence
”A lava octopus. Sounds...” It sounded exactly like the kind of batshittery that Ronin had learned to expect from Caido, honestly. ”I’m glad you got out of it alive.” Though the wince on Sunjata’s face as he shifted to sit on the floor made him feel a little stupid. ”Shit, I didn’t think,” he muttered, glancing about the room as if a chair might mysteriously appear (it did not).
He wished it wasn’t enough about Sunjata, because Ronin didn’t know how to really... be, any more. The talkative hunter had drowned somewhere in the dark in the Hollowed Grounds, and this Ronin had taken his place. He rubbed at the back of his head, chewing at the inside of his cheek, before glancing back at the Arbiter.
Rather than saying it, he let it project out through the Attuned bond; just enough, just a taste, of the truth of things. That Ronin wasn’t back. He didn’t feel back, he felt splintered and scarred and adrift unless he had Remi wrapped about him to keep him together. Thanks, for visiting, he managed.
He wished it wasn’t enough about Sunjata, because Ronin didn’t know how to really... be, any more. The talkative hunter had drowned somewhere in the dark in the Hollowed Grounds, and this Ronin had taken his place. He rubbed at the back of his head, chewing at the inside of his cheek, before glancing back at the Arbiter.
Rather than saying it, he let it project out through the Attuned bond; just enough, just a taste, of the truth of things. That Ronin wasn’t back. He didn’t feel back, he felt splintered and scarred and adrift unless he had Remi wrapped about him to keep him together. Thanks, for visiting, he managed.
i miss missing you
now and then
RONIN
