I swear I never dream that we're alone
Sunjata belts lightning into the sky and Ronin can almost feel himself drawing on his supernova. How sweet would it be to let it loose now, when the Flood least expects it, and rid the islands of its dragon? He doesn't, of course, because dark as the Star can get, it is always short lived. And empathy is such a burden in that it still pricks like a thorn in a lion's paw. Sunjata shrinks down and Ronin straightens up, huffing out a breath he hasn't realised he's been holding.
"You would be a bigger fool if you weren't scared," he rumbles, his jaw feathering. With slow steps that splash against the stone, he approaches the Flood; one hand reaches out to gently nudge against Sunjata's temple with bloodied knuckles, as if to persuade him to look up. The other Ronin holds out, a silent offer to draw him to his feet, to hold him up if that's what he needs. "Now you need to be scared for more than just you, though. A child is in this, Jata."
"You would be a bigger fool if you weren't scared," he rumbles, his jaw feathering. With slow steps that splash against the stone, he approaches the Flood; one hand reaches out to gently nudge against Sunjata's temple with bloodied knuckles, as if to persuade him to look up. The other Ronin holds out, a silent offer to draw him to his feet, to hold him up if that's what he needs. "Now you need to be scared for more than just you, though. A child is in this, Jata."
the dark star
