I swear I still believe but I don't know
"It is okay," Ronin soothes, as if he's back here talking to the boy who had almost drowned and not the man he became, the Star's grip loosening enough only so he can grasp Sunjata's shoulders and squeeze. "But you don't have to be." There are a lot of things that the Flood might be, before this and after this, but okay isn't one of them. "Gods, Jata." A deep huff of a sigh leaves Ronin, and he sits at last before the hearth with his friend, an arm sneaking out to wrap around his shoulders.
"You know," he says, his voice exhausted but somehow conversational, "I did say the last time I was here, that I'd absolutely punch your dad in the mouth if I ever met him. I guess I'll finally get my chance, won't I?" He nudges the Flood gently. "Not before you do, of course. It's only fair that you get first dibs. Because we'll find him, you know that right? We'll drag his ass out in the open, and we'll give him what he deserves."
"You know," he says, his voice exhausted but somehow conversational, "I did say the last time I was here, that I'd absolutely punch your dad in the mouth if I ever met him. I guess I'll finally get my chance, won't I?" He nudges the Flood gently. "Not before you do, of course. It's only fair that you get first dibs. Because we'll find him, you know that right? We'll drag his ass out in the open, and we'll give him what he deserves."
the dark star
