it's a long way home

From his place on the... cloud(!?) and with his heart trying to hammer its way out of his chest, Ronin could barely think, let alone consider that he was alive right now. There was a curious ringing in his ears, and the trembling in his hands seemed to have spread to the rest of his body. Or maybe that was the shock - who knew, truly? Slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position on his new ride (apparently), the cloud springy and soft beneath him, and more solid than it had any right to be. "What the fuck," he said softly, confusion in his tone until he glanced down at Remi. Then something dark and foreign draped itself over him like a cloak, the hunter finding his fists clenching. "I'm going to die in a season anyway - isn't that soon enough for you?" he snapped. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.