Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Mm...? Oh, no - I thought it was very thoughtful," Ronin says, and in his current state, he can't be anything more than honest. "Didn't realise you were so artistic," he adds with a flash of teeth, settling back in his wheelchair and scowling at the pepto bismol walls all around them. "I really hate the colour of your room, y'know," he tells him. Anyway.
"I got you the colours a few weeks ago. Figured you must've been going stir crazy waiting to be let out again. I know I would." He is, and he's only been conscious for like 48 hours. As Remi speaks again, it's with a soft hmm? that Ronin completely misunderstands the reasoning behind the wendigo's remarks.
"How come?" he asks. "I told them what happened, that you were being the hero. It'll all be sorted out."
"I got you the colours a few weeks ago. Figured you must've been going stir crazy waiting to be let out again. I know I would." He is, and he's only been conscious for like 48 hours. As Remi speaks again, it's with a soft hmm? that Ronin completely misunderstands the reasoning behind the wendigo's remarks.
"How come?" he asks. "I told them what happened, that you were being the hero. It'll all be sorted out."
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
