and on to the glory at my right hand
I know, Remi says, and yet he did it anyway. It takes a few moments for the cold, black flood of emotion to finish boiling against the lust that had been so well kindled only seconds before, and when it does there is no doubt that Ronin is uncomfortable more than he's accepting of the situation, but he's here at least. Present, and wanting to help.
"Well," he says slowly, letting his hands slip down to Remi's shoulders and leaning in to rest his forehead against the Lullaby's, "as useful as all three items are, do either of the twins know how to use a sword? To fight with one?" He hates to be the bearer of logical circumstances, but gods, here they are.
"If they knew how I'd agree with you, but what if they never get the chance to use it? Or if they fumble with it and it gets stolen, or used on them?" He shakes his head. "I... I don't know," he admits fully. "It's true that the water might be necessary for us, but we can't die." Not unless very specific circumstances are met, anyway. "And they can."
"Well," he says slowly, letting his hands slip down to Remi's shoulders and leaning in to rest his forehead against the Lullaby's, "as useful as all three items are, do either of the twins know how to use a sword? To fight with one?" He hates to be the bearer of logical circumstances, but gods, here they are.
"If they knew how I'd agree with you, but what if they never get the chance to use it? Or if they fumble with it and it gets stolen, or used on them?" He shakes his head. "I... I don't know," he admits fully. "It's true that the water might be necessary for us, but we can't die." Not unless very specific circumstances are met, anyway. "And they can."
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