the wounds are open and bleeding out
The pain was unexpected; unlike in previous times, Ronin was not a closed system any more. He felt the horror bursting in his husband like it was his own, punching through his chest and squeezing it tightly. Breath catching in his throat, the Star's hands tightened into fists, and he gazed shamefully across at Remi as he moved closer, if anything.
"That does seem likely, doesn't it. Even as a luxere, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to die until Safrin decided it was my time again." He shook his head, feeling thoroughly helpless about it.
"Why would you want to follow?" he asked, letting out a humourless laugh. "I just fuck everything up and make it worse. I'm fed up of making the people I care about feel bad. Of letting everyone down."
"That does seem likely, doesn't it. Even as a luxere, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to die until Safrin decided it was my time again." He shook his head, feeling thoroughly helpless about it.
"Why would you want to follow?" he asked, letting out a humourless laugh. "I just fuck everything up and make it worse. I'm fed up of making the people I care about feel bad. Of letting everyone down."
THE
DARK STAR
