[SE] the man who has everything

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

"The rest of us, hmm?" The words were perhaps a little more new Remi than old, and as if realizing this, the Bastion quietly cleared his throat and chewed at the inside of his lip to temper the smile threatening to dimple his cheeks.

"N—no, of course not." He was, obviously so, but that wasn't the sort of thing a commoner could say to a man like Ronin, no matter how salt of the earth he seemed to be. "But I'm sure you have better things to do with your time." Assuming both back then and for the purposes of their little charade that Ronin wasn't going to take no for example, Remi swallowed as he reached across the table for, hmm. What nonsense had he been working on back then?

Reaching for a rather unremarkable spherical doohickey, Remi held it up between them. "Koel has me trying to amplify magic outside of the wall. The thought was as a shapechanger if we flew it over, it could be dropped without anyone noticing. But then, when our mages walked by, they'd find their powers strengthened." Against whatever the fuck had been out there; Remi had never found out.

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword