we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Groaning for no other reason than because Remi is absolutely right, even as the Bastion draws away Ronin is trying to corral him more or less into his lap, wondering if they can just wake up and start the day over again, even if it includes going to Starfall a second time. Wrinkling his nose - hoping that Jack Barclay would love their daughter is absolutely not what he had on his Longheat bingo card - he busies himself instead in smoothing his hands through Remi's curls and glancing at the bruise on his neck in more detail as if trying to gauge if it would need healing.
"When do we ever blow anything out of proportion," he asks, and if there's a hint of humour in his voice, he'll never tell. Still, with another heavy sigh, the Knight tilts his head back to gaze into the late afternoon sky as if it might hold all the answers. "If we'd not over-reacted, I guess we could have asked her more about all of it," he mutters. "Ugh, Remi. No one said it would be this hard, having a kid old enough to be dating."
"When do we ever blow anything out of proportion," he asks, and if there's a hint of humour in his voice, he'll never tell. Still, with another heavy sigh, the Knight tilts his head back to gaze into the late afternoon sky as if it might hold all the answers. "If we'd not over-reacted, I guess we could have asked her more about all of it," he mutters. "Ugh, Remi. No one said it would be this hard, having a kid old enough to be dating."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
