I swear I still believe but I don't know
"You don't know what suffering is." Ronin's voice is a low growl that threatens to crack. "At least it all happened quickly. At least I didn't just start to bleed in front of you, and bleed and bleed, and there's no one around and no one to call, and nothing anyone can do. And it's dark and cold outside, and you just have to watch." When the tears came is beyond Ronin, and despite himself he flinches at the dagger sinking into the sand next to them, the sight of the scarring on Remi's chest.
Reaching out, the dagger utterly ignored, Ronin's fingers brush across the mass of scar tissue; his expression twists and he drops his gaze. "Why," he whispers. "Why is it like this?"
Reaching out, the dagger utterly ignored, Ronin's fingers brush across the mass of scar tissue; his expression twists and he drops his gaze. "Why," he whispers. "Why is it like this?"
the dark star
