we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”Apparently, it comes with the job description,” he murmurs about being a lifesaver, Ronin smirking and slouching down onto the couch next to Sunjata. The sound of the ring clicking against the canteen draws his attention, the Star raising an eyebrow and nudging his friend. ”Decided to tie the knot while you were sick, huh? A bold choice, Sunjata.” It’s a shame, that the sickness has prevented real enjoyment of what should be a very joyous occasion, but at least Nate and Sunjata were married.
The Flood apologises and Ronin waves him off, sinking back into the couch and closing his eyes. ”Neither of us acted the way we would have preferred. Remi and I have an open thing, anyway - I just figured if you guys were going to enjoy yourselves, you should be sane for it.” He chuckles, opening one eye to gaze across at the other man. ”Besides, it would be a pretty hypocritical thing to be mad at you when Amalia and I...” He shrugs.
The Flood apologises and Ronin waves him off, sinking back into the couch and closing his eyes. ”Neither of us acted the way we would have preferred. Remi and I have an open thing, anyway - I just figured if you guys were going to enjoy yourselves, you should be sane for it.” He chuckles, opening one eye to gaze across at the other man. ”Besides, it would be a pretty hypocritical thing to be mad at you when Amalia and I...” He shrugs.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
