blood ties

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Turning to Mateo, the furrows lining Remi's brow have the shape of his eyebrows rising and falling with immediate regret. "Io... non intendevo questo." He murmurs softly, thankful that at least this portion of his conversation with Mateo was private. (lol). "Era fuori posto. Mi dispiace, Mateo. Puoi restare e goderti il ​​cibo se vuoi? Io e Ronin resteremo dentro."

Then, as he's verbally brow-beaten once again by his daughter, Remi can only do as he did before and concede to all her points (despite apparently having not learned from them before). "You're right." Remi agrees softly, lowering his chin and closing his eyes. "Of course you're right." Biting at the inside of his cheek, the Bastion ruffles a hand through his curls, and if his fingertips grow jagged near the back where they tug at a sudden spray of feathers, so be it. "I think maybe this was a bit too soon. For all of us." Flora wasn't wrong that he and Ronin needed to get over their issues with Jack, but nor was it so easy for them to be in the presence of such an absolute jackass of a man.

As Jack rises, Remi can't say he's at all surprised that the captain is keen to turn tail and run to leave, nor that Flora wants to go with him. Sighing, knowing that there was absolutely nothing left to say and that whatever he did say would probably just make things worse, the Bastion just nods at his children, and Jack. "Love you both." He says to them, before eyeing the captain silently and returning to the Northaven.

~FIN

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword