I swear I still believe but I don't know
Therein lies the problem, though - if he tells her then his thoughts become real, and thoughts made real run the risk of becoming plans, of becoming goals. And yet as she moves back towards him, as the world becomes depressingly real around them again, he accepts his shirt and pulls it back on, sitting with his goddess on a night that feels cold to Ronin, despite the Longheat weather.
"I considered just going to Halo and destroying the place where she lives," he mutters. "Or dreaming with her, so I could see how far I could push the nightmares." All remarkably tame, given what he could really do if he got creative. "I shouldn't hate a child that belongs to Remi, but I can't find it in myself to want it to exist," he confesses. "I have always wanted..." He shakes his head, surprising himself with the sting of tears in his eyes.
"Anyway." Clearing his throat, he lets out a shaky breath and sits up a fraction. "That's it, I suppose. Just petty violence for reasons that aren't good enough."
"I considered just going to Halo and destroying the place where she lives," he mutters. "Or dreaming with her, so I could see how far I could push the nightmares." All remarkably tame, given what he could really do if he got creative. "I shouldn't hate a child that belongs to Remi, but I can't find it in myself to want it to exist," he confesses. "I have always wanted..." He shakes his head, surprising himself with the sting of tears in his eyes.
"Anyway." Clearing his throat, he lets out a shaky breath and sits up a fraction. "That's it, I suppose. Just petty violence for reasons that aren't good enough."
the dark star
