we live in a world someone else imagined
”Then I guess you’ll just have to visit when I’m there. I’ll play referee for you both,” Ronin murmurs with a smile, content with her resting against him. They prop each other up, Amalia and Ronin, when the world gets too heavy to hold between them. Trying is all anyone can ever ask, and he nods his acceptance, closing his eyes to feel the cool breeze from the sea, promising more rain.
Then the question comes, the one he always expects, and a sad smile curls at the corners of his lips as he glances down at the Shield. ”I’m better than I was,” he tells her through a sigh. ”I still don’t sleep much, or all that well,” he admits. ”I almost attacked Sunjata, when he knocked at the door. And sometimes I find myself... outside. Just looking at the stars. It’s like I’ve been sleepwalking.”
Then the question comes, the one he always expects, and a sad smile curls at the corners of his lips as he glances down at the Shield. ”I’m better than I was,” he tells her through a sigh. ”I still don’t sleep much, or all that well,” he admits. ”I almost attacked Sunjata, when he knocked at the door. And sometimes I find myself... outside. Just looking at the stars. It’s like I’ve been sleepwalking.”
the dark star
