the wounds are open and bleeding out
"I hate it too," Ronin whispers, his shoulders tensing, his face burying further in Remi's neck. "It won't always be like this." It doesn't even sound hopeful anymore, just like a mantra that he's taught himself so he won't go insane. In the dark void of the starless sky, clouds are beginning to form; large, black stormclouds, heavy with a downpour soon to come. "I wonder if I could just walk out of Stormbreak... or if something would actually stop me."
What Remi has to say causes the Star to sit up a bit, wiping the wetness from his cheeks and raising an eyebrow. "No," he says honestly, a little miserably. "They are where we get most of our power from, so... I doubt we'd ever get enough to take one of them on." It is blasphemous, but at the same time, it's so futile that it can't possibly hurt to talk about it.
What Remi has to say causes the Star to sit up a bit, wiping the wetness from his cheeks and raising an eyebrow. "No," he says honestly, a little miserably. "They are where we get most of our power from, so... I doubt we'd ever get enough to take one of them on." It is blasphemous, but at the same time, it's so futile that it can't possibly hurt to talk about it.
THE
DARK STAR
