we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Oop--" comes Ronin's elegant response as he's dragged into a hug, the Star smiling and wrapping his arms around Sunjata properly in return, even if it covers them even more in sand and seawater. "Even if you can't not worry 'bout it, do somethin' productive with it. You can always write to me y'know? They'll always find me, wherever I am. Even if I only end up sendin' you stupid recipes."
With a bark of laughter, Ronin pulls back enough to muss his friend's hair and wipe at his cheeks, even if he obviously hasn't been crying. Obviously. "C'mon," he suggests, shifting to try and duck under one of the Flood's arms. "Let's go for a walk, yeah? We'll take the bottle, an' we'll talk 'bout somethin' else."
With a bark of laughter, Ronin pulls back enough to muss his friend's hair and wipe at his cheeks, even if he obviously hasn't been crying. Obviously. "C'mon," he suggests, shifting to try and duck under one of the Flood's arms. "Let's go for a walk, yeah? We'll take the bottle, an' we'll talk 'bout somethin' else."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
