REMI
the bastion
What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold
if there's nothing that they hold
"Yeah?" Setting down his tea as well, trading the warmth of the cup for the warmth of the witch's hands, for the first time in a good long while Remi is able to speak about his daughter without immediately being reduced to tears. Holding her in his arms again had been healing in a way he could have never imagined, and though she'd forever be too to understand the gift she'd given him, Remi would spend every moment he had with her making sure he knew just how fiercely she was loved. "I wish that things were different, but if things had to turn out the way they did, there's no one else I'd want to be with her."
Even Vanya, selfish as that was.
Nodding, gods how things changed, the Bastion sips in a deep breath wondering if he should write to the Flood or just go and see him. Maybe he'd even bring Ronin, and, if Hotaru was inclined to join, they could perhaps really try and put everything behind them.
"Is there anyone else you'd like me to pass a message along to?"
Even Vanya, selfish as that was.
Nodding, gods how things changed, the Bastion sips in a deep breath wondering if he should write to the Flood or just go and see him. Maybe he'd even bring Ronin, and, if Hotaru was inclined to join, they could perhaps really try and put everything behind them.
"Is there anyone else you'd like me to pass a message along to?"
And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?
if you bury them all alone?
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
