we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
And Ronin, for his part, looks just as casually dishevelled as he had done when he strolled into the temple just a little while before. They are a study in opposites, almost, as they stroll back into the temple proper, the Star stretching his arms above his head and seeming understandably relaxed and almost sleepy as they make their way through. Gideon starts to explain, however, and Ronin falls to a halt to slowly glance around at the floor where he knows now that something hides beneath.
He remains like that for a few seconds, frozen, statuesque, mulling it over. Then his expression warms again and he nods to the Priest. "We all do what we have to do to protect the things we care about," he says quietly. "I understand, and your secret is safe with me." He turns away once more. "Have a good night, Gideon. And if you ever need anything from me... you know where I am."
He remains like that for a few seconds, frozen, statuesque, mulling it over. Then his expression warms again and he nods to the Priest. "We all do what we have to do to protect the things we care about," he says quietly. "I understand, and your secret is safe with me." He turns away once more. "Have a good night, Gideon. And if you ever need anything from me... you know where I am."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
