trying to make the wrongs right

the bastion

And if the sky grows heavy
wrap your arms around me tight; we'll be alright

When Ronin returns home he'll find the door of their houseboat still off of its hinges and the sliding door leading out toward their deck open. Not that he'll be able to tell, but everything is precisely as it was since the moment Flora left, the only change being that the Bastion had slumped down in his chair rather than remaining standing with his hand outstretched for his daughter who had stormed away from him.

Having stared out at the sea for so long that his mind could no longer quite comprehend the waves or the horizon line, Remi was lost in replay after replay of the events which had taken place earlier. The accusations his daughter made rang loudly in his ears, each echo of them making him unconsciously flinch as his fingers brushed against his throat. Her strike hadn't hurt him, not physically anyway, though the fact that she'd not only resorted to violence but also a threat was something he'd not anticipated from her. Whether that said more about him or his relationship with his daughter, Remi wasn't entirely sure, and so he stared blankly out at the waves, trying to understand.

If the ground gives way beneath us,
If we should fall to pieces
Find me where I first found you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!