[Training] places we never should have left

These are the last blues we're ever gonna have

"Nah." The Bastion shakes his head, before realizing what a bad idea it is in terms of staunching his bleeding nose. "I am not sure anything deserves me making you think you were going to be murdered and then going through with it." Remi's cheeks suddenly flushed red with shame and guilt as they hadn't done in years. Though the towel covered most of it (as did the blood), the Bastion didn't try and hide the way his shoulders slumped with regret. "Or nearly killing you over some war neither of us wanted to fight."

Clearing his throat, aware that the pair were being watched by the spectators Flora had gathered, Remi glanced over his shoulder in time to spy Isla shaking her head and stepping into what was likely a medical tent. Tutting under his breath, Remi stretched out a hand toward the Flood, to shake if he felt so inclined. "Do you want to go get cleaned up and scolded by Isla before or after we have that drink?" Grinning boyishly behind the towel, Remi raised his eyebrows with a chuckle.

the glow of the cities below lead us back to the places that we never should have left