I will fight the end
”I don’t think that’s true. I think his rules are wrong - doesn’t matter if he’s making them or breaking them. Arbiter’s just a name.” It clenches in Ronin’s chest, the way the boy is so afraid of the man who is meant to protect him from the world, the way he is so convinced of his godlike power. But there’s more to do, and he holds Sunjata close as the boy scrunches his eyes shut to concentrate.
Before he knows it, Ronin is stood before a structure as grand, he thinks, as the palace at Northwind. The blueblood in him recognises rulership, and he gently sets Jata down so he can lead them into this monster’s mouth, over stark marble floors and cold walls. It is a beautiful building, he thinks, but this is no home, and his hand closes around the boy’s as he follows in his wake.
There are a thousand things to look at, but Ronin’s eyes and ears are open for any movement or noise that might suggest there’s a fight to be had - the result is that he’s completely caught by surprise as, all of a sudden, they’re in a small child’s room. The splashes of colour, the toys - it all takes him aback. The room is so lived in compared to the rest of the house, and as the boy goes to wake his sister, as Ronin’s eyes land on her, he nearly reels back and narrowly avoids bumping into the door again.
The tiny body, the mop of dark hair - for a moment he thinks it’s her, and he has to quickly rub at his stinging eyes to stop himself from drowning in it all. Forcing his feet forward, the Star moves to stand with Sunjata, a hand on the boy’s shoulder. ”You know how to imagine the cabin again?” He says with a weak smile. ”I’ll need to carry your sister.”
Before he knows it, Ronin is stood before a structure as grand, he thinks, as the palace at Northwind. The blueblood in him recognises rulership, and he gently sets Jata down so he can lead them into this monster’s mouth, over stark marble floors and cold walls. It is a beautiful building, he thinks, but this is no home, and his hand closes around the boy’s as he follows in his wake.
There are a thousand things to look at, but Ronin’s eyes and ears are open for any movement or noise that might suggest there’s a fight to be had - the result is that he’s completely caught by surprise as, all of a sudden, they’re in a small child’s room. The splashes of colour, the toys - it all takes him aback. The room is so lived in compared to the rest of the house, and as the boy goes to wake his sister, as Ronin’s eyes land on her, he nearly reels back and narrowly avoids bumping into the door again.
The tiny body, the mop of dark hair - for a moment he thinks it’s her, and he has to quickly rub at his stinging eyes to stop himself from drowning in it all. Forcing his feet forward, the Star moves to stand with Sunjata, a hand on the boy’s shoulder. ”You know how to imagine the cabin again?” He says with a weak smile. ”I’ll need to carry your sister.”
'til the end is here
