the weight of the world won't bend my knees

the bastion

How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?

She's okay but I am not sure that she is fine. Remi silently explains as he and Deimos hunker down in an unremarkable puddle of shadow.

Careful not to leave any tracks in the fresh snow, he doubts if either he or the Sword have ever had to think like prey, and yet given the predators lingering within both of their souls, he didn't doubt that they were more than up to the task knowing what they did about hunting.

I think Ronin is taking it even harder than I am, given the weapon that was used to do it. Remi adds, ducking his head slightly and leaning into the Sword as much as was necessary for his invisibility cloak to cover them both.

Growing still as his husband's voice faintly carries across the snow, Remi swallows hard and clamps down on the attuned bond to keep anything from spilling out. Gods I hope this works. He thinks in the mental equivalent of a whisper, his muscles tense and his heart beating nearly as fast as he could feel Ronin's was thanks to the ring on his finger.

If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!