we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
At Jata’s smouldering look, Ronin levels the other man with a stare that tells him he’ll knock him the fuck out if he tries anything at precisely this moment; a testament to how bad a state they’re both in, given how he’d ordinarily like to climb the Arbiter like a tree. (In his own words). ”Oh sure, why not,” he says as both men come to lean and slump all over him. It’s LongHeat and they have fevers, making it thoroughly unpleasant for the Star.
But they had better get moving, and so Ronin adjusts Remi so he’s being carried properly over his shoulder, his free arm snatching around Sunjata to keep him steady. ”No one is going to drown, no one’s going to miss their wedding, and you two heroes have made it home safe. Look.” He nods at the porch, which is growing steadily closer. ”C’mon, let’s get you both in the shade.”
But they had better get moving, and so Ronin adjusts Remi so he’s being carried properly over his shoulder, his free arm snatching around Sunjata to keep him steady. ”No one is going to drown, no one’s going to miss their wedding, and you two heroes have made it home safe. Look.” He nods at the porch, which is growing steadily closer. ”C’mon, let’s get you both in the shade.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
