I will fight the end
Ronin almost says it - about your father - but he stops himself with a mere glance down into soft grey eyes. The Sunjata now is not so different from the one in his dream; certainly not capable of holding that sort of conversation without things becoming potentially troubling. ”I think I might have fallen asleep with you,” he says instead, ruffling a hand through his hair and letting the other man go. He feels on fire with the heat that Jata is kicking out, Ronin climbing out of bed and stretching.
”I don’t know about you, but I am starving,” he says, grinning over his shoulder and offering him a hand out of bed as well. ”What say we go downstairs and make something to eat? You need to keep your strength up, you know.” He’s long given up trying to ground any of those who are sick in reality for too long. As long as he can keep them fed and watered, and stop their minds from catching fire... that will have to be enough.
”I don’t know about you, but I am starving,” he says, grinning over his shoulder and offering him a hand out of bed as well. ”What say we go downstairs and make something to eat? You need to keep your strength up, you know.” He’s long given up trying to ground any of those who are sick in reality for too long. As long as he can keep them fed and watered, and stop their minds from catching fire... that will have to be enough.
'til the end is here
