RONIN
Ronin can taste copper in his frustration now, the Star holding Loren’s gaze as it lands upon him with his hands clenching in his pockets. ”You realise, of course, that you somehow said absolutely nothing whilst moving your lips?” He shakes his head. ”I hardly expected you to be keeping it as a fucking windchime - of course it’s safe. The question is where.”
Growling under his breath and glaring right back at Amalia as if to ask if she’d like to join this argument, the Star eventually moves to lean back against the door, just in case the Firebrand should decide he’s going to run off. ”I don’t believe you,” he says simply. ”And I don’t trust you. If you wanted to do this, you would have done it by now. Frankly I don’t care what you want any more - this isn’t about you or I, or any one of us. It’s about helping people, and you’ve prolonged suffering instead. I thought you were a healer.”
Growling under his breath and glaring right back at Amalia as if to ask if she’d like to join this argument, the Star eventually moves to lean back against the door, just in case the Firebrand should decide he’s going to run off. ”I don’t believe you,” he says simply. ”And I don’t trust you. If you wanted to do this, you would have done it by now. Frankly I don’t care what you want any more - this isn’t about you or I, or any one of us. It’s about helping people, and you’ve prolonged suffering instead. I thought you were a healer.”
one more wish for you
