I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Yeah, well, I could have done without a lot of the images you put in my head," Ronin grumbles affectionately, turning his head as if to better accept whatever obnoxious nuzzling the Bastion wants to deliver. Sighing deeply and shifting enough to press a few warm kisses to Remi's cheek and the corner of his mouth, he considers whether or not he'll actually be able to get to his feet before starting the good fight to do just that. "I'd do it again a thousand times," he assures him with a tired smile, the words spoken through a groan of effort as he straightens up.
"To Sunjata, to the leaders to tell them what Pierce looks like and about how he's got a death blade thanks to me being an idiot, and I'm sure there are a dozen letters we've received since what happened in the Greatwood." He doesn't know when their general life admin included fielding no-my-daughter-isn't-actually-dead letters, but gods if it doesn't make him feel all kinds of ways. "But nothing before sleep." So saying he holds out a hand for Remi and reaches out to shut off the shower.
"To Sunjata, to the leaders to tell them what Pierce looks like and about how he's got a death blade thanks to me being an idiot, and I'm sure there are a dozen letters we've received since what happened in the Greatwood." He doesn't know when their general life admin included fielding no-my-daughter-isn't-actually-dead letters, but gods if it doesn't make him feel all kinds of ways. "But nothing before sleep." So saying he holds out a hand for Remi and reaches out to shut off the shower.
the white knight
