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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin seemed bemused as Remi rose to his feet, watching the alchemist curiously as if unsure what to expect from him. He smiled briefly as Aoife flailed her chubby little arms towards him, before she settled back to drool all over Ronin's collar. The question was simultaneously expected and surprising, the ex-captain's eyebrows raising as he regarded his friend, though his expression soon settled into a warm smile. "Yes," he said softly. "I'm exactly where I need to be, as far as I'm concerned." Vanya had all but sent him on his way, in fact, and he was planning to live as fiercely and burn as brightly as he ever had done. And then some. "I've already missed so much. Of Aoife's life, of yours, of everyone else's. I'm happy here. Are you happy to have me...?"