I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Enough," Ronin says fondly, the words mumbled against Remi's thumb, and he lowers their hands if only to brush his fingers across the back the other man's knuckles. "Well, apologies to be the reason for you to have even less hope than before, since I just handed them death on the point of a blade." Sighing and casting his gaze once more back to the sketchbook, he shakes his head. "We can get the word out about him at least. Make Pierce as obvious as you did Dahlia."
For all the good it had done, with the Reaper presiding over Stormbreak and waltzing into any meeting she likes, unwelcome and uninvited. The feeling has fresh bitterness coiling in Ronin's gut, as much as he tries to crush it down so it doesn't infect Remi through their bond and their touch. "Gods, it could be anything," he says of how Pierce had known about the sword. "Maybe they have all of Starfall tapped. Maybe it was Vox." The Family's voice certainly seemed to know anything and everything when it suited him.
"I don't know where to go from here," he confesses, his voice quiet and uncertain. "I don't... there was nothing I could do, Remi. I never want to feel like that again."
For all the good it had done, with the Reaper presiding over Stormbreak and waltzing into any meeting she likes, unwelcome and uninvited. The feeling has fresh bitterness coiling in Ronin's gut, as much as he tries to crush it down so it doesn't infect Remi through their bond and their touch. "Gods, it could be anything," he says of how Pierce had known about the sword. "Maybe they have all of Starfall tapped. Maybe it was Vox." The Family's voice certainly seemed to know anything and everything when it suited him.
"I don't know where to go from here," he confesses, his voice quiet and uncertain. "I don't... there was nothing I could do, Remi. I never want to feel like that again."
the white knight
