we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"S'just how it goes," he agrees with a gentle smile that's still a bit lopsided, but he is nonetheless empathetic. And as Sunjata folds in on himself, Ronin scoots across the sand as if to wrap an arm around him, giving him a squeeze. "You dunno that Jata," he says, not that he can offer much more than drunken platitudes. "It hasn't always been shitty for you, right? There've been good times too." With a huff, he sits up a bit and musses at his hair, unsure quite when it got so long.
"I wish I could say somethin' to help with that one. You guys... you are on different sides of this. And all I can say is m'sorry for that." Rubbing at his forehead, Ronin shrugs helplessly. "You can work it out, though. I believe in you." As if it means anything in the face of the starcrossed love between Nate and Sunjata.
"I wish I could say somethin' to help with that one. You guys... you are on different sides of this. And all I can say is m'sorry for that." Rubbing at his forehead, Ronin shrugs helplessly. "You can work it out, though. I believe in you." As if it means anything in the face of the starcrossed love between Nate and Sunjata.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
