I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin didn’t think he had been so badly chastised even when he was a child in Northwind - but then really, that was hardly a comparison given the godlike nature of his current parent, so to speak. He flinched at that word, though which in particular - life or Aoife was unclear, and his jaw tightened as Safrin pulsed back, almost grotesque in her beauty and her ire.
He stood rigidly against the storm of her words - for what could he say against them? All the charm and smiles in the world didn’t change the reality that Safrin placed before him - defy me and suffer. And whilst Ronin had suffered, was suffering, whilst a laugh begged to rip out of his throat at the idea of there being something worse than this, he was no longer so mad with grief as to provoke it.
”I understand,” he told his goddess.
He stood rigidly against the storm of her words - for what could he say against them? All the charm and smiles in the world didn’t change the reality that Safrin placed before him - defy me and suffer. And whilst Ronin had suffered, was suffering, whilst a laugh begged to rip out of his throat at the idea of there being something worse than this, he was no longer so mad with grief as to provoke it.
”I understand,” he told his goddess.
the dark star
