we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”Thank Remi, really. It was a gift for me, but now it can bring the same amount of comfort to the two of you as it did to us.” Ronin smiles to Sunjata, not expecting the sudden hug but wrapping his arms around the other man anyway. ”I know what it’s like,” he murmurs, smiling in agreement. ”Just promise to take care of it, okay? Or Remi will have my head.”
Giving the Flood’s shoulders a gentle squeeze, Ronin eventually sits back and nudges him, as if to remind him of this whole manly agreement that they should absolutely have with one another where they don’t show feelings. It’s bullshit, of course, but it’s fun to try and maintain it anyway. ”So, are you guys going to have a big party or whatever? Properly celebrate this?”
Giving the Flood’s shoulders a gentle squeeze, Ronin eventually sits back and nudges him, as if to remind him of this whole manly agreement that they should absolutely have with one another where they don’t show feelings. It’s bullshit, of course, but it’s fun to try and maintain it anyway. ”So, are you guys going to have a big party or whatever? Properly celebrate this?”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
