we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”Oh, it was definitely the point. I’m just glad it seems to have worked. Sort of,” Ronin murmurs, though he doesn’t feel as though they’ve achieved much with Remi’s next remark; just a load of dead ramphire. Suddenly he wishes he was there in earnest, not just a projection, and for a wonder - he is, suddenly. Remi will likely see and feel the Star stagger against the manticore’s side, righting himself and squinting up into the clouds, where his projection was now sitting comfortably on his nimbus.
”If you want to be taxed physically, I can do that, you know,” he says; maybe it’s supposed to sound playful or flirtatious, but it just comes out flat and bemused. ”I just... swapped places with my astral projection.”
Running his fingers through his wet hair, he gazes around at all of the wrecked bodies, nodding. ”Hang on, let me see if I can take care of it. Or at least get them closer to the docks. Want to come and see?” He steps away, gesturing for Remi to walk with him so he doesn’t get... well. They’ll find out.
”If you want to be taxed physically, I can do that, you know,” he says; maybe it’s supposed to sound playful or flirtatious, but it just comes out flat and bemused. ”I just... swapped places with my astral projection.”
Running his fingers through his wet hair, he gazes around at all of the wrecked bodies, nodding. ”Hang on, let me see if I can take care of it. Or at least get them closer to the docks. Want to come and see?” He steps away, gesturing for Remi to walk with him so he doesn’t get... well. They’ll find out.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
