we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
With Ronin's luck it probably will be some incriminating letter or other, though he does his best to put that at the back of his mind in lieu of brushing his thrumb across Remi's knee - at least until Sunjata appears. His once best friend looks better than the Knight has seen him in a long time, something that has some of the tension dragging from his shoulders already, and he echoes Remi's greeting with a smile and nod. "I love what you've done with the place," he quips to the Flood, as if the writhing bodies and shots of liquor are just part of the intentional decor.
Remi takes the lead, though, and it's with a pulse of affection and gratitude through their bond that he lets him, resisting the urge to reach out and plant a kiss on his lips that says all the things words can't. "I know no one here at this table is really able to get drunk any more, but if there is any liquor going I won't say no," he adds with a smirk to the Flood. "Gives our hands something to do at least."
Remi takes the lead, though, and it's with a pulse of affection and gratitude through their bond that he lets him, resisting the urge to reach out and plant a kiss on his lips that says all the things words can't. "I know no one here at this table is really able to get drunk any more, but if there is any liquor going I won't say no," he adds with a smirk to the Flood. "Gives our hands something to do at least."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
