we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Having managed to put down his wine, at least, before the next bombshell hits, Ronin is also able to take a moment to imagine that things might turn out okay between them. Of course, it doesn't really pan out that way for long. Able to feel the onslaught of Remi's emotions through his skin as well as through the Attuned bond, the Knight lets out a long and shaky sky, drawing the Bastion more tightly against his side as he speaks.
"Sorry, Jata," he murmurs, glancing up at the flickering light show of the other man's emotions, resisting the urge to reach out to try and take his hand if only because he doesn't know, these days, how something like that would be received. "It... I swear no one kept it from you," he adds; something that is hopefully obvious in the way the Taliesins had assumed the Flood already knew, and Remi's immediate explanation about it all.
"It was just before the war really kicked off."
"Sorry, Jata," he murmurs, glancing up at the flickering light show of the other man's emotions, resisting the urge to reach out to try and take his hand if only because he doesn't know, these days, how something like that would be received. "It... I swear no one kept it from you," he adds; something that is hopefully obvious in the way the Taliesins had assumed the Flood already knew, and Remi's immediate explanation about it all.
"It was just before the war really kicked off."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
