I swear I still believe but I don't know
"He deserved every single punch," Ronin says without a fraction of hesitation, something dark and grave in his voice that says he'd do it again for anyone he considered part of his family. And given his presence here in the dream? It's evident that Jata has made the cut. Nodding in sad acceptance to hear that the other man has killed as well, the Star lets out a long sigh and glances to the side as Jata sits up.
"Hey, be careful," he murmurs, reaching out to try and catch the other man's hands before he can accidentally tear ribbons off his face; dream or no dream, he guarantees it won't be pleasant. "If you need help then you'll have it," he says, as if it's really as simple as that. "I needed help, when I came back from LongNight last year. When you found me in my room. Do you remember? You were there for me then, so let me help now."
"Hey, be careful," he murmurs, reaching out to try and catch the other man's hands before he can accidentally tear ribbons off his face; dream or no dream, he guarantees it won't be pleasant. "If you need help then you'll have it," he says, as if it's really as simple as that. "I needed help, when I came back from LongNight last year. When you found me in my room. Do you remember? You were there for me then, so let me help now."
the dark star
