I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Remi, enough!"
If you die in your dreams, do you die in real life as well? It's a question that few can answer. But the answer, of course, is no - and Sunjata is now a member of those hallowed halls. How proud must he be?
How proud is Ronin, for the part he's played in all of this?
The Star has been rooted to the spot throughout the confrontation, as he had promised himself he would be. The alternative was worse - he tells himself this over and over again, but as Remi pushes, and pushes again, and blood drenches the floor as Jata falls, naked and still, Ronin has finally torn himself from his place by the door.
"It wasn't him," he grates, his boots making bloody prints on the ground as he plants himself between the Flood and the Lullaby. And where Ronin walks, grass grows.
The Aumakua house, so perfectly replicated, becomes a sudden and blazing field of wildflowers. The walls open into a sky that's blue and cloudless, and the ground drinks up the blood. A blanket appears in Ronin's hands, which he uses to cover Sunjata's bare frame. "Are you satisfied now?" he asks Remi, his hands clasping his friend's shoulders.
Possibly not a friend any longer. Not after what Ronin has done. And it's a lead weight he'll carry with him forever. Sunjata will have nightmares about this nightmare, of that he has no doubt.
"Take a breath, Jata. You're alive. You're alright."
If you die in your dreams, do you die in real life as well? It's a question that few can answer. But the answer, of course, is no - and Sunjata is now a member of those hallowed halls. How proud must he be?
How proud is Ronin, for the part he's played in all of this?
The Star has been rooted to the spot throughout the confrontation, as he had promised himself he would be. The alternative was worse - he tells himself this over and over again, but as Remi pushes, and pushes again, and blood drenches the floor as Jata falls, naked and still, Ronin has finally torn himself from his place by the door.
"It wasn't him," he grates, his boots making bloody prints on the ground as he plants himself between the Flood and the Lullaby. And where Ronin walks, grass grows.
The Aumakua house, so perfectly replicated, becomes a sudden and blazing field of wildflowers. The walls open into a sky that's blue and cloudless, and the ground drinks up the blood. A blanket appears in Ronin's hands, which he uses to cover Sunjata's bare frame. "Are you satisfied now?" he asks Remi, his hands clasping his friend's shoulders.
Possibly not a friend any longer. Not after what Ronin has done. And it's a lead weight he'll carry with him forever. Sunjata will have nightmares about this nightmare, of that he has no doubt.
"Take a breath, Jata. You're alive. You're alright."
the dark star
