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Ronin was a soldier. He was military through and through (even if he'd been terrible at it at first), and he still felt his eyes prickle at what the bandages reveal. He hissed in a breath, his free hand moving to rest on the alchemist's knee, as if to be able to convey something that his voice couldn't. Eventually he cleared his throat, his thumb brushing across the scruff on Remi's chin. "You're good," he said, false bravado warming his tone. "Still more handsome than me. And they say ladies and guys alike dig scars. Lucky." Letting out a long, slow sigh, he accepted the information about Arduinna and locked it away carefully. Remi needed him right now, and so the Ronin who had once gone out and tried to swing a punch at his fellow captain would have to wait. His temper would have to wait. "Ianto was there? What... is he alright? He didn't come with you?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.