the wounds are open and bleeding out

I swear I still believe but I don't know

It's only as Remi's arms fold properly around him that Ronin remembers his thoroughly broken ribs, though despite the flinch and his sharp intake of breath, he does absolutely nothing to move out of the other man's embrace. If anything he relishes the pain a little, content to be held as closely and safely as the Bastion will have him. "Just like this," he agrees, tilting his head into the fingers that work their way though his hair.

"You can gloat anyway, you know that. This is a safe space," he says, the barest hint of amusement back in his tone, as if being able to stand here with the other man is enough to make even this dire situation a little more palatable. "Just like with Dahlia," he agrees. "From what people said - the ones who had that weird dream - however many of them there are, there are more still in that island."

And if all of them are like Pierce and Dahlia - well, fuck them, he supposes.

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