I swear I still believe but I don't know
Fuck just about covers it, and the way Ronin smiles crookedly at his friend says as much. His arm remains around Sunjata as he drops his hands away from his face, anchored to the Flood by affection as much as by guilt for all that has happened. "I certainly plan to get them back," he says with a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. "I bruised a goddess's ego. I've got a lot of making up to do. So if you see me creating grandiose tributes to Safrin, it's completely normal."
What's more, if he'd been doing things like that to begin with, perhaps she wouldn't have been so vengeful. Then again, given what Sunjata says next... perhaps she would have been. "Well shit," he says eloquently, his brows knitting into a frown. "Jata, I... fuck. That can't be helping anything, can it?" Huffing out a long breath, he squeezes the Flood's shoulder. "LongNight will end. It always does."
What's more, if he'd been doing things like that to begin with, perhaps she wouldn't have been so vengeful. Then again, given what Sunjata says next... perhaps she would have been. "Well shit," he says eloquently, his brows knitting into a frown. "Jata, I... fuck. That can't be helping anything, can it?" Huffing out a long breath, he squeezes the Flood's shoulder. "LongNight will end. It always does."
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