RONIN
It's like swimming through a mire, trying to understand the slick black of Remi's emotions, the dragging sensation of being swallowed whole, the weight of digging one's own grave. "Are you...?" It's a false start, his grip around the alchemist growing a little tighter as he strives to find meaning in his expression. There are words, luckily, to accompany the onslaught of feeling, but if anything, understanding makes it worse.
It creeps up on Ronin slowly, the scale of the misstep Remi made by coming to the meeting in Stormbreak. His fingers feel cold and tingling, as if he's been out in Deepfrost in Halo, and something heavy drops low in the pit of his stomach. "She was... she could have..." He shakes his head, because no, that's stupid. They march around and brush with death so often that it's like a hobby to them. The Real Deal is just a ghost story they tell each other at bedtime.
"You could have died," Ronin whispers at last, his face pale and his throat burning. He's holding onto Remi too tightly and he knows it, but gods, he can't stop. "Like... forever died. She could have killed you for good."
It creeps up on Ronin slowly, the scale of the misstep Remi made by coming to the meeting in Stormbreak. His fingers feel cold and tingling, as if he's been out in Deepfrost in Halo, and something heavy drops low in the pit of his stomach. "She was... she could have..." He shakes his head, because no, that's stupid. They march around and brush with death so often that it's like a hobby to them. The Real Deal is just a ghost story they tell each other at bedtime.
"You could have died," Ronin whispers at last, his face pale and his throat burning. He's holding onto Remi too tightly and he knows it, but gods, he can't stop. "Like... forever died. She could have killed you for good."
a star in someone else's sky
