RONIN
Ronin had watched the conversation unfold with his hands clasped in his lap, knuckles white with the force it had taken not to interfere. His throat burned with remarks he had not said, and he rose quietly to his feet when it was over, Sugar snuffling at the warm spot behind his ear in an attempt to soothe him.
"Are you alright?" he asked Remi, his voice sounding suddenly and obnoxiously loud in the Temple. Ronin rose to his feet, drawing up beside his friend to glare at the space where the deity had once been. "I can't say I'm its biggest fan," he muttered.
"Are you alright?" he asked Remi, his voice sounding suddenly and obnoxiously loud in the Temple. Ronin rose to his feet, drawing up beside his friend to glare at the space where the deity had once been. "I can't say I'm its biggest fan," he muttered.
a star in someone else's sky
