I swear I still believe but I don't know
In any other moment Ronin would be following after his husband to try to make things right, to try to pull the beast back before it accidentally catches someone else in its wake. But the damage has already been done to one man - one innocent man, and Ronin can't even let himself feel relieved about that with all that's passed between them in the last few minutes. Sunjata jolts up and the Star's hands come out instinctively to steady him, though it feels wrong to try to offer that much when he knows he's stood by and done nothing when it mattered.
But when the alternative was this very situation, but in reality? He'll take the Flood's rage. "No, I suppose not," he murmurs, guessing at the context of Jata's words and conjuring up a sweater and a pair of pants that he holds out for him. "I'm so sorry," he mutters. "This was..." He shakes his head. It was inexcusable. He knows it, and he's willing to take that backlash, if and when it comes.
But when the alternative was this very situation, but in reality? He'll take the Flood's rage. "No, I suppose not," he murmurs, guessing at the context of Jata's words and conjuring up a sweater and a pair of pants that he holds out for him. "I'm so sorry," he mutters. "This was..." He shakes his head. It was inexcusable. He knows it, and he's willing to take that backlash, if and when it comes.
the dark star
