blood ties

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

"If that's how you heard it." The Bastion says with a shrug as if to imply that perhaps the reason it felt to Jack like he was being treated like a kid, was because he was acting like one. As for gold standards when it came to Safrin? Chuckling humourlessly under his breath, Remi folds his arms comfortably across his chest. "It's true, I am a terrible example for most things." He agrees easily. "Ronin on the other hand.." Well, it wasn't so easy to tar them both with the same brush, now was it? Ronin who had been Safrin's golden boy, who'd been good and honest and true. He was all the things that Jack wasn't, and if he'd fallen from grace, there was no way Jack stood a chance. Whatever the captain might think of himself, Remi was fairly certain Flora wouldn't be as quick to dismiss the parallels he was trying to draw. He hoped not, at least.

Meeting Jack's gaze, Remi is silent for a long moment. Despite the way his thoughts do continuously flicker to images of wringing the captain's scrawny neck, for the most part, his mind is filled with a thick fog of sadness. How could Flora not see that she deserved better? Infinitely better? "No, it really doesn't." He says sadly on the heels of a long sigh, glancing sympathetically toward Mateo before letting his gaze return to Jack. "That's the thing about loving someone. You can't just smile and say the easy stuff." Which is no doubt precisely the sort of shit a man like Jack did if his r U haPpy w/ Me FloRa's were anything to go by.

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword