I swear I never dream that we're alone
Oh, goodie. Sunjata has shown up before Ronin has to march into the Halenani and throw him out of a window. He doesn't really move as the other man walks into him, given that Ronin is sober as a judge and fuelled by anger, and in any other moment he'd realise that Sunjata isn't in a position to do anything, let alone fight him. But this isn't any other moment - it's this moment. And in this moment, Ronin's fist swings up to crack across the Flood's jaw with as much strength as he can muster, the sound swallowed up by the wind and the purr of thunder overhead.
"Oh, I heard," he snarls into the storm. "What the fuck were you thinking, Jata? With Safrin?" Ronin can't help himself - he swings again, throwing his shoulder into it as well. It's jealousy, hurt, rage and worry all rolled into one, and he doesn't know what to do with it other than give his friend a pair of black eyes.
"Oh, I heard," he snarls into the storm. "What the fuck were you thinking, Jata? With Safrin?" Ronin can't help himself - he swings again, throwing his shoulder into it as well. It's jealousy, hurt, rage and worry all rolled into one, and he doesn't know what to do with it other than give his friend a pair of black eyes.
the dark star
