I swear I never dream that we're alone
Ronin is mostly concentrating on trying to keep Sunjata upright as he bundles him in through the doors of the clinic, but he finds himself at a loss when the other man says it. Says that Nate is a demigod for the Voice. Ronin's jaw has dropped, and it's a good thing that the Flood can hold his own weight because the Star has completely let him go. "What?" he says softly, having to swallow down the lump in his throat and listen to what Sunjata is saying.
Forcing himself to focus on his friend instead of the drunken bombshell he's just dropped, Ronin straightens up and takes a step forward, his expression softening. "That sounds..." It sounds terrible, honestly. Ronin has had to suffer many things, but he's always been able to hold Remi's hand, even at the height of the Climb fever. "Come on, let's go and sit," he mumbles, reaching out to slip an arm round him, to lead him towards one of the examination rooms.
"So where has Nate gone now?"
Forcing himself to focus on his friend instead of the drunken bombshell he's just dropped, Ronin straightens up and takes a step forward, his expression softening. "That sounds..." It sounds terrible, honestly. Ronin has had to suffer many things, but he's always been able to hold Remi's hand, even at the height of the Climb fever. "Come on, let's go and sit," he mumbles, reaching out to slip an arm round him, to lead him towards one of the examination rooms.
"So where has Nate gone now?"
the dark star
