RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Yeah, he will," Ronin says sadly, his voice little more than a whisper. He would still just be a boy regardless of whether it was now or if it was in months. And when Remi looks up at him and asks his question, the light that shines out of the Star is neither the beaming love or splintering anger that so often appears. This is soft and sorrowful, and he leans in to kiss Remi's forehead. "I think they've set you up for it," he admits through a whisper.
"Ludo has always been gunning for the Ascended, and you're its chosen. You've got plenty of complicated relationships with Ascended, and with your empathy magic, your dream magic and all the horror you've been subjected to..." He shakes his head. "What a perfect way to throw a spark on some kindling without actually having to do the dirty work yourself." There would be no grand gesture on the part of the Old Gods. No, just the work of a man reaching the end of his tether.
As for his dealing with it, though? Ronin's smile is sharper, then, and he scoffs and shakes his head. "No, not with Safrin," he says. With his bare hands, if that was what it took. "Though she would certainly help deal with it, if I were to ask."
"Ludo has always been gunning for the Ascended, and you're its chosen. You've got plenty of complicated relationships with Ascended, and with your empathy magic, your dream magic and all the horror you've been subjected to..." He shakes his head. "What a perfect way to throw a spark on some kindling without actually having to do the dirty work yourself." There would be no grand gesture on the part of the Old Gods. No, just the work of a man reaching the end of his tether.
As for his dealing with it, though? Ronin's smile is sharper, then, and he scoffs and shakes his head. "No, not with Safrin," he says. With his bare hands, if that was what it took. "Though she would certainly help deal with it, if I were to ask."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
