we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Naughty, naughty," Ronin all but purrs, flashing a dark smile in his husband's direction and resisting the urge to lean in and seal the sentiment with a kiss. It won't just be a kiss, if things go in that direction, and so as much as he wants to, he dares not tempt fate. Still, what the other man says next wipes the amusement from his face, and he quietly sits by and allows the Lullaby to bandage up his hand.
"I don't feel much like a good man," he mutters. But that's always the way of things, isn't it? Men aren't wholly good or bad, and in the same breath Ronin can say something horrific and also do something noble to put an end to the conflict between he and the Flood. The Flood who was still his friend, when all was said and done. Wiggling his fingers experimentally, he accepts his drink back and takes another sip, the liquid cold and soothing against his throat.
Nodding, he lowers his glass and raises his eyes back to Remi. "That's my understanding. Hotaru has left for good, and Nate... he doesn't feel safe around Sunjata. He..." With eyes suddenly so dark they might be black in the dim light of their bedroom, Ronin frowns. "Nate is a demigod for the Voice."
"I don't feel much like a good man," he mutters. But that's always the way of things, isn't it? Men aren't wholly good or bad, and in the same breath Ronin can say something horrific and also do something noble to put an end to the conflict between he and the Flood. The Flood who was still his friend, when all was said and done. Wiggling his fingers experimentally, he accepts his drink back and takes another sip, the liquid cold and soothing against his throat.
Nodding, he lowers his glass and raises his eyes back to Remi. "That's my understanding. Hotaru has left for good, and Nate... he doesn't feel safe around Sunjata. He..." With eyes suddenly so dark they might be black in the dim light of their bedroom, Ronin frowns. "Nate is a demigod for the Voice."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
