we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Noooooo." Ronin's complaints are entirely for show, of course, as the pegasus shoves his head into his personal space, as lips pull at his shirt, and he swats with surprising gentleness at the creature trying to get him on his feet. With a groan and a soft curse as Sunjata shifts back into himself, Ronin tries not to slouch too much against the crate, his hand fumbling up to slip into his friend's. "Hello, Jata," he mumbles in a voice that's raw and dry and void of emotion, having to lean on the other man more than he'd like to get his feet beneath him.
"Sorry, I'll get myself gone from here soon as I can walk straight." He assumes that's why the Flood is here anyway, given that Ronin has unintentionally started squatting in the Slagveld. "How're you? Everything okay?"
"Sorry, I'll get myself gone from here soon as I can walk straight." He assumes that's why the Flood is here anyway, given that Ronin has unintentionally started squatting in the Slagveld. "How're you? Everything okay?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
