we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Yeah, well... S'not your fault either," Ronin mutters, his free hand reaching up to swipe at his eyes. He doesn't have any qualms with tears, not any more, and besides which, the Attuned bond he's privy to doesn't really leave anywhere for either man to hide. Letting out a long sigh, he can't help but scoff out a laugh at Sunjata's next remark, sad as it is. Letting his arm move around him properly, Ronin kicks over his little sand wall to let his feet splash in the rushing tide.
"I won't," he says quietly. "Or at least, I'll do my best not to. I trust you too, Jata. You don't haf'ta worry 'bout that, you know?" He smiles, even if it's lopsided and very drunk, the Star reaching out to pat Sunjata on the knee. Things might be going to hell in a handbasket, but at least they can still get wasted on the beach together.
"I won't," he says quietly. "Or at least, I'll do my best not to. I trust you too, Jata. You don't haf'ta worry 'bout that, you know?" He smiles, even if it's lopsided and very drunk, the Star reaching out to pat Sunjata on the knee. Things might be going to hell in a handbasket, but at least they can still get wasted on the beach together.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
