we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Not a pillow," Ronin echoes softly, straightening up as Remi lands and approaches the gargoyle's skeleton. He glances over his shoulder at Sunjata and winces, not just at the sight of his injuries, but at the raw grief still rocking out of him from Haai's death. "Alright," Ronin murmurs, backing up dutifully and letting his own wings stretch out, as if to shield the Flood from anything that might happen when Remi touches the blackened rib.
"Come on, Jata," he coaxes. "We'll hang out a little further back. Once this is all tied up in a bow, I think I've got one more supernova in me. Should be enough to start us on the long road home, yeah?" He doesn't need to apologise out loud - the Attuned bond does it all for him. He can't even imagine what the other man is going through - Ronin has never lost a companion, and he only knows what Remi has told him.
"Come on, Jata," he coaxes. "We'll hang out a little further back. Once this is all tied up in a bow, I think I've got one more supernova in me. Should be enough to start us on the long road home, yeah?" He doesn't need to apologise out loud - the Attuned bond does it all for him. He can't even imagine what the other man is going through - Ronin has never lost a companion, and he only knows what Remi has told him.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
