we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin meanders to the couch, vaguely aware of the comparative luxury of the place and feeling quietly grateful for the guild he's found himself in, even if he hasn't been able to make himself into a useful member for some time. Unlacing his boots, Ronin sags onto the couch amongst the pillows and the blankets, and his body all but cries out in relief to have somewhere soft to land for a while. His eyes close to listen to Sunjata without needing to worry about the room occasionally attempting to spin, though as he continues there's no denying the frown that starts to creep across his face.
Well good for you, he wants to snap, somewhat glad for the lump in his throat that stops him. I'm so glad you could work things out. How positively fantastic for the both of you. Looks like I didn't have to be there after all. I destroyed my marriage for absolutely nothing.
"Are you deaf?" he says instead, which isn't exactly any better. "I told you he doesn't want to do it. He won't talk to me, I can't find him, and he doesn't--" He said he doesn't have a home any more, when it was supposed to be me. "I fucked up, Jata. I fucked up so bad that he doesn't want me any more."
Well good for you, he wants to snap, somewhat glad for the lump in his throat that stops him. I'm so glad you could work things out. How positively fantastic for the both of you. Looks like I didn't have to be there after all. I destroyed my marriage for absolutely nothing.
"Are you deaf?" he says instead, which isn't exactly any better. "I told you he doesn't want to do it. He won't talk to me, I can't find him, and he doesn't--" He said he doesn't have a home any more, when it was supposed to be me. "I fucked up, Jata. I fucked up so bad that he doesn't want me any more."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
