we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin's glaring very pointedly at the man as he goes on his way, though the look is somewhat ruined by the bottle pressed to his lips and the arm around him from Sunjata; it looks more disgruntled child than angry demigod. Offering out the last of his whiskey to the Flood, Ronin smacks his lips and blinks up at Sunjata, offering a very sunny smile that says he hasn't got a clue what the other man is talking about.
He calls him pretty though, and Ronin slings an arm around the Flood's back in return - it means they're both swaying now, as the sand meets their feet, and he's giggling while he fights to keep them upright. "Yeah you should'a know," he agrees cheerfully. "Or'm I not a good enough friend to you, Jata? M'sorry. You're pretty too?"
He calls him pretty though, and Ronin slings an arm around the Flood's back in return - it means they're both swaying now, as the sand meets their feet, and he's giggling while he fights to keep them upright. "Yeah you should'a know," he agrees cheerfully. "Or'm I not a good enough friend to you, Jata? M'sorry. You're pretty too?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
