I will fight the end
”Pancakes,” Ronin agrees with a gentle nod, unsurprised to hear that this is what Sunjata wants. He trails after him easily, letting out a laugh and having to nod in agreement with the other man’s assumption. At least there’s a little clarity - more than when he’d first arrived, certainly. Trying not to look at a scar he knows is there, they move into the kitchen and Ronin hunts around to gather utensils and ingredients, mimicking his past actions from a dream.
He does notice the other man heading for a liquor cabinet, though, and surreptitiously the huntsman does some digging and produces a jug and a couple of shot glasses. Whilst Jata is turned away, he quickly fills both with water. ”Whiskey is an evening drink,” he says simply, setting the jug on the table and offering a ‘shot’ of water to his friend. ”Vodka will wake you up more.”
He does notice the other man heading for a liquor cabinet, though, and surreptitiously the huntsman does some digging and produces a jug and a couple of shot glasses. Whilst Jata is turned away, he quickly fills both with water. ”Whiskey is an evening drink,” he says simply, setting the jug on the table and offering a ‘shot’ of water to his friend. ”Vodka will wake you up more.”
'til the end is here
