I swear I never dream that we're alone
"I know it's not easy, and I wish I could tell you when he'd be back. But it's better than thinking he'll never show up again. And you've got plenty to occupy yourself in the meantime," he reminds the other man, continuing to clean the cuts on his face despite the way Sunjata tries to cringe back. It's true that Ronin has plenty at his disposal that could heal up the Flood, but... in truth, he doesn't want to. He might not want to kill him (any more) but that doesn't mean he's feeling that warm and fuzzy, either.
Sitting back in time for Sunjata to lift up his shirt, Ronin gazes over the constellation with a feathered jaw. The golden constellations that span his forearms almost itch at the sight of it, and he lets out a slow, careful sigh. "She's in your blood now, Jata," he muttered. "You're Safrin's man. One of them, anyway. Make sure you live up to it, because she doesn't abide half measures." It's a warning made both as a friend, and as a rival. A warning Ronin will only give once.
Sitting back in time for Sunjata to lift up his shirt, Ronin gazes over the constellation with a feathered jaw. The golden constellations that span his forearms almost itch at the sight of it, and he lets out a slow, careful sigh. "She's in your blood now, Jata," he muttered. "You're Safrin's man. One of them, anyway. Make sure you live up to it, because she doesn't abide half measures." It's a warning made both as a friend, and as a rival. A warning Ronin will only give once.
the dark star
