we live in a world someone else imagined
It isn't the projection which flickers out, but rather the Ronin standing a few feet away, the Star switching places with his other self in order to get as close to Remi as possible without wasting even a second. "I'm so sorry," he all but whispers, shifting to his knees to help Remi to get himself upright. "I hope you don't ever need me to do that again, because I'm not sure I can."
For all the alchemist's crooked smiles, the upset that rolls out of Ronin is bone deep, prickled through with guilt and shame. Already a fierce glow is sparking up within his chest, givingg warning to an impending supernova. "Am I allowed to heal you?" he asks. "Or do you have to stay like this...?"
For all the alchemist's crooked smiles, the upset that rolls out of Ronin is bone deep, prickled through with guilt and shame. Already a fierce glow is sparking up within his chest, givingg warning to an impending supernova. "Am I allowed to heal you?" he asks. "Or do you have to stay like this...?"
the dark star
