I will fight the end
”Maybe we can. Whatever you like,” Ronin says with a wink, smiling brightly to the boy and settling down to eat breakfast. He supposes it’s breakfast, anyway, even in a dreamscape. He feels the shift as a subtle tug of the world beneath his feat, causing him to glance up; even as he does, he can see Sunjata blurring before his eyes. He’s being booted from the dream, and weirdly, that’s okay. It’s not a nightmare any more. ”Sleep well,” he tells the boy.
When Ronin awakens he’s managed to slide down the headboard where he was propped up originally, and the feverish Arbiter is wrapped all around him and clearly trying to kill him with the heat he’s kicking out. Blue eyes blink open, the Star glancing down at the head buried against him, and he relaxes a bit. Resting an arm around Jata in return, Ronin sighs deeply and clasps him close for a moment. ”I had no idea,” he murmurs.
When Ronin awakens he’s managed to slide down the headboard where he was propped up originally, and the feverish Arbiter is wrapped all around him and clearly trying to kill him with the heat he’s kicking out. Blue eyes blink open, the Star glancing down at the head buried against him, and he relaxes a bit. Resting an arm around Jata in return, Ronin sighs deeply and clasps him close for a moment. ”I had no idea,” he murmurs.
'til the end is here
