RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Was Ronin ready? Debatable. Was he strong enough? Also debatable. Was he doing this anyway?
Duh.
This time death was sand in an hourglass that ticked steadily closer, rather than white hot pain and the roar of a detonation, and there was something about that eventuality that made him walk a little easier, smile a little brighter. So as they headed for the Spire, Ronin seemed perhaps more cheerful than anything. Better than he had been in some time. Because at least now they were doing something.
Emmett's axe was slung over his shoulder, held by a leather strap, and he fastened his gas mask around his face as they drew to a halt before the column. Sugar he sent to stay with the unicorns, able to use her for a messenger if nothing else should times get dire. "Hopefully this time I make it past the stairs," he murmured.
Duh.
This time death was sand in an hourglass that ticked steadily closer, rather than white hot pain and the roar of a detonation, and there was something about that eventuality that made him walk a little easier, smile a little brighter. So as they headed for the Spire, Ronin seemed perhaps more cheerful than anything. Better than he had been in some time. Because at least now they were doing something.
Emmett's axe was slung over his shoulder, held by a leather strap, and he fastened his gas mask around his face as they drew to a halt before the column. Sugar he sent to stay with the unicorns, able to use her for a messenger if nothing else should times get dire. "Hopefully this time I make it past the stairs," he murmured.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
