I will fight the end
The scene stretches out like a play, Ronin able to see and hear all of the key points even from his place standing with several others who look just like him. He swallows, chest tightening at the sight of a small boy he knows is Sunjata, reaching for comfort that is quickly swatted away. Ronin’s breath catches, and blue eyes focus on the man responsible. He’s no predator, not in the way of his husband, or the Flood, but had he fangs, they’d be drawing blood against his lips right now.
But it gets worse, and before he can step out of the line - before he can do a thing - those dreadful words are whispered and suddenly it’s not a dream any more. It’s Aoife, and Seren, and the children he might have had, if Vanya had lived. It’s every shred of paternal energy roaring out of him - the boy is shoved mercilessly off the bridge and into the water.
”No!”
He’s flinging the gun to the ground, breaking formation to run to the side of the bridge, gazing into the raging waters with fretful desperation.
But it gets worse, and before he can step out of the line - before he can do a thing - those dreadful words are whispered and suddenly it’s not a dream any more. It’s Aoife, and Seren, and the children he might have had, if Vanya had lived. It’s every shred of paternal energy roaring out of him - the boy is shoved mercilessly off the bridge and into the water.
”No!”
He’s flinging the gun to the ground, breaking formation to run to the side of the bridge, gazing into the raging waters with fretful desperation.
'til the end is here
