I swear I still believe but I don't know
Loving and hating the way Remi manages to ground him regardless of the circumstances, Ronin's sigh is long and hard, dragging his shoulders down even if they are no less tense for it. With his brows knotted in a frown as sad as it is guilty, he lets a thumb brush across the Bastion's cheek as he glances up at him, offering a smile that doesn't come near his eyes. "You're too good to me," he mutters, lettings his fingers clasp the other man's properly at last.
"I just wish I could have done more," he hisses, squeezing Remi's hand a fraction and trying to stem the light that risks splintering out of him with the force of his emotions. It might be disingenuous to want to have walked away with more evidence of his brawl with Pierce on his body, but gods, at least then it would feel as though he'd given a worthwhile fight in defence of the relic he'd stolen away.
Glancing back at the other man, it's the fear that finally seems to crack through Ronin's self-pity, and it's his turn to lift Remi's hands to his lips. "Yeah," he agrees in a low voice. "You're right. At least I'm still alive to feel shitty about it."
"I just wish I could have done more," he hisses, squeezing Remi's hand a fraction and trying to stem the light that risks splintering out of him with the force of his emotions. It might be disingenuous to want to have walked away with more evidence of his brawl with Pierce on his body, but gods, at least then it would feel as though he'd given a worthwhile fight in defence of the relic he'd stolen away.
Glancing back at the other man, it's the fear that finally seems to crack through Ronin's self-pity, and it's his turn to lift Remi's hands to his lips. "Yeah," he agrees in a low voice. "You're right. At least I'm still alive to feel shitty about it."
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