arms give away your need
Ronin does not look as impeccable as when he first arrived at the dream lake; his clothes are rumpled, hair tousled back into its usual mess by his fingers raking through it, eyes red rimmed. ”She isn’t anything here,” he objects, his voice threatening to crack around the words. ”Just a memory. Just the same memories playing back over and over again.” And in times where they haven’t just been memories, they’ve been monsters etched so deeply into Ronin’s mind that there’s no going back.
Wiping at his face only for fresh tears to replace them, the Star rubs at his calf where the small, warm press of her body had been hugging him not a moment before. He desperately wants to reach for Remi in that moment, but Ronin is seized by the horror that he might call back their dead daughter again. ”You can’t keep her either,” he replies with a miserable shake of his head. It’s with a hopeless shrug that he has to admit that he doesn’t know what to do either. After the sickness, after the Climb, after Sam, he’s scraping the bottom of the barrel just to keep it all together.
Wiping at his face only for fresh tears to replace them, the Star rubs at his calf where the small, warm press of her body had been hugging him not a moment before. He desperately wants to reach for Remi in that moment, but Ronin is seized by the horror that he might call back their dead daughter again. ”You can’t keep her either,” he replies with a miserable shake of his head. It’s with a hopeless shrug that he has to admit that he doesn’t know what to do either. After the sickness, after the Climb, after Sam, he’s scraping the bottom of the barrel just to keep it all together.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
