I swear I still believe but I don't know
Sunjata moves forward and Ronin is there, hugging him tightly even if he has to pull the other man down a bit to his level. "I am so fucking sorry," he mutters into a short crop of hair, holding him against the floodgates as they open, feeling every sob like it's a knife he's stabbed into his friend himself. "I didn't know things had been this bad for this long." Because whilst what had happened had undoubtedly been the crux of a horrific situation, it's been seasons.
Seasons since Ronin and Remi left; seasons since the Governor had been dealing with all that had come after the Longheat fever. The cabin warps and melts around them again, changing only enough that the boy at the table is gone, even if the scent of blackberries remain, and Ronin gently guides them to sit before the hearth and the crackling fire, though he doesn't let Jata go. "We'll fix this mess, okay?"
Seasons since Ronin and Remi left; seasons since the Governor had been dealing with all that had come after the Longheat fever. The cabin warps and melts around them again, changing only enough that the boy at the table is gone, even if the scent of blackberries remain, and Ronin gently guides them to sit before the hearth and the crackling fire, though he doesn't let Jata go. "We'll fix this mess, okay?"
the dark star
