we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I did think that might be the case," Ronin admits, of Flora hitting him, and though it makes him wince to even think about, he nonetheless opens his arms for Remi to lean against him, schooling his fingers away from fussing at the marks on his throat too much. Instead, stretching an arm around the Bastion's shoulders, he leans in to press a gentle kiss against his temple, before falling silent to hear what their daughter had had to say.
And it's enough of a kick in the gut to have the Knight's tanned skin growing pale. Spite marrying Jack aside, any argument that he wants to make ends up tied in knots on his tongue, because Remi is right in that Flora is right. Groaning under his breath and entwining his fingers with the Bastion, he gives his hand a gentle squeeze and lets out a long, hard sigh.
"Fuck," he mutters, and suddenly Remi's opening remarks to him make a lot of sense. They are wrong about this. "...But..." Uselessly, perhaps, he wants to balk against it. "Even if Flora is happy, even if she knows the risks... surely this can't be real for Jack? He's just using her until he's done with her. That isn't right."
And it's enough of a kick in the gut to have the Knight's tanned skin growing pale. Spite marrying Jack aside, any argument that he wants to make ends up tied in knots on his tongue, because Remi is right in that Flora is right. Groaning under his breath and entwining his fingers with the Bastion, he gives his hand a gentle squeeze and lets out a long, hard sigh.
"Fuck," he mutters, and suddenly Remi's opening remarks to him make a lot of sense. They are wrong about this. "...But..." Uselessly, perhaps, he wants to balk against it. "Even if Flora is happy, even if she knows the risks... surely this can't be real for Jack? He's just using her until he's done with her. That isn't right."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
