we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Sunjata looks like hell. Ronin can relate, but it's an unwritten rule between friends that only one of them can fall to pieces in the other's company at any one time. And so the Star remains steady, hearing out the Flood and giving a gentle nod. He rolls the new glass of whiskey between his hands, but doesn't yet touch it. There'll be time to get buzzed (and then some) later.
"Well," he says softly, "I know that we can't stop them from running into each other, if that's how fate is going to play it. But do you think we could get them agree to just walk away? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but ah..." Ronin flashes Sunjata a lopsided smile. "Nate's got a sharp tongue and he doesn't know when to keep it in his mouth. And Remi's self control is not what it used to be." It's pretty much non existent, actually. "And if Nate starts something, Remi will finish it."
"Well," he says softly, "I know that we can't stop them from running into each other, if that's how fate is going to play it. But do you think we could get them agree to just walk away? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but ah..." Ronin flashes Sunjata a lopsided smile. "Nate's got a sharp tongue and he doesn't know when to keep it in his mouth. And Remi's self control is not what it used to be." It's pretty much non existent, actually. "And if Nate starts something, Remi will finish it."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
