Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Looks like it," Ronin says hoarsely, clearly not of the same opinion as the wendigo - he isn't even sure why Remi has allowed himself to be shackled or has decided to bridal carry him home, given how he could be long gone by now and Ronin wouldn't be any the wiser. The trip back towards the entrance into Undertown is little more than a painful blur, and he has no idea how much blood he's lost by the time Remi speaks up again.
"It's broken, the siren bit two chunks outta it and shredded my wrist too, I think," he mutters, sounding eerily calm now. Perhaps it's the recognition of imminent death. "Got one good arm though. Jus' go first in case I fall."
"It's broken, the siren bit two chunks outta it and shredded my wrist too, I think," he mutters, sounding eerily calm now. Perhaps it's the recognition of imminent death. "Got one good arm though. Jus' go first in case I fall."
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
