[SE] hark the heralds

the lullaby

i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand

Remi considers this for a moment. "If you heard one of your dragoons saying that they'd failed as a soldier because their aim was a bit shaky during the most difficult encounter they'd ever faced, what would you tell them?"

Frowning across the table, Remi's hurt compiling on itself like frozen waves that added layers of ice on some frigid beach somewhere, the alchemist's brow furrows. "It certainly doesn't feel like you care." He comments, raising a brow at Ronin's slouched position, his studious detailing of their table with his eyes.

Frustration falls like flurries onto Remi's emotional shores, blowing coldly through their bond. "What is with you?" The alchemist suddenly wants to know. "I tell you that I might have died, and you're correcting my use of the word dagger?" Rubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes, Remi wonders if they shouldn't just go to bed and tried all of this against in the morning. "I don't know if it's alive. It isn't as though I've had a chance to study it at all."

when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!