RONIN
Ronin is terrible at holding his tongue, but he's never seen someone fail at it quite as spectacularly as Sunjata does now. He's almost tempted to interject with something like do you realise you're speaking to a goddess, but the other man is not done digging his grave by a long shot, and so Ronin does what he's promised himself he'll do. He witnesses and he watches.
And when Safrin disappears, roaring all but the smallest whisper of life out of Sunjata, Ronin is the one left standing in her wake. He and the candles are still aglow, and for a moment, there is nothing but... silence.
Just empty, ringing silence. Nothing godly, nothing that suggests Frey is going to whisk away their newest find and protect them from the harshness of Safrin's words. Ronin glances around. He kicks a pebble. He turns a bit to regard the stars.
"I don't think anyone's coming for you," he rumbles, strolling across now to crouch before the man who had held precisely nothing back, even when it came to Ronin. He narrows his eyes, and a harsh light begins to build within his chest. And when the supernova screams out of him, it's with enough force (and then some) to snatch the very last bit of Sunjata's life in its wake.
Only it doesn't.
The Flood will instead find himself invigorated, yanked back from the jaws of death by none other than Safrin's dog.
"Luckily," Ronin drawls, "it looks like my lady's got your back, even when no one else does. Think about that." He straightens up. "You owe me. And for the record, if you ever bring Remi into a conversation with Safrin again, I'll kill you myself."
With that, the Huntsman's light extinguishes, and he melts away into the darkness as well.
And when Safrin disappears, roaring all but the smallest whisper of life out of Sunjata, Ronin is the one left standing in her wake. He and the candles are still aglow, and for a moment, there is nothing but... silence.
Just empty, ringing silence. Nothing godly, nothing that suggests Frey is going to whisk away their newest find and protect them from the harshness of Safrin's words. Ronin glances around. He kicks a pebble. He turns a bit to regard the stars.
"I don't think anyone's coming for you," he rumbles, strolling across now to crouch before the man who had held precisely nothing back, even when it came to Ronin. He narrows his eyes, and a harsh light begins to build within his chest. And when the supernova screams out of him, it's with enough force (and then some) to snatch the very last bit of Sunjata's life in its wake.
Only it doesn't.
The Flood will instead find himself invigorated, yanked back from the jaws of death by none other than Safrin's dog.
"Luckily," Ronin drawls, "it looks like my lady's got your back, even when no one else does. Think about that." He straightens up. "You owe me. And for the record, if you ever bring Remi into a conversation with Safrin again, I'll kill you myself."
With that, the Huntsman's light extinguishes, and he melts away into the darkness as well.
one more wish for you
