RONIN
the darkstar
"...No, I suppose he didn't," Ronin mumbles, and the broiling, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach has nothing to do with Cian, in all truth. Inhaling a long, deep breath and preparing to just fly off home as well, the hand reaching for his is all the permission he needs. His fingers thread with Remi's and he draws the other man closer, his wings fanning out to wrap around them both. "No, I don't think so. I just... I remember back at King's End, when that thing appeared. They didn't mention that the war could be stopped by relics. It all seemed... predestined." He shrugs.
"And I suppose I was avoiding this because of Seren. She was so excited to get this done, and now she's..." He shrugs, slipping his arms around Remi. "Again." Letting out a shuddering breath, he shakes his head. "But if I don't... if I let the Order go without me, and they fail..."
Gods, Safrin will kill him.
"And I suppose I was avoiding this because of Seren. She was so excited to get this done, and now she's..." He shrugs, slipping his arms around Remi. "Again." Letting out a shuddering breath, he shakes his head. "But if I don't... if I let the Order go without me, and they fail..."
Gods, Safrin will kill him.
