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?

Glancing at Deimos as the Sword confirms, though Remi exhales a shallow breath, none of the tension releases from his shoulders. Instead, he merely does his best to pin the Flood with his gaze despite straightening and moving back a step or so in order to let him slorp his way out of the Springs.

For all of his apologies to the Flood about what had transpired between the two of them regarding Vai, the Bastion could feel talons itching from beneath the pads of his fingers Tamlin; balling them into fists at his side and doing his best to remind himself that whatever Sunjata had or hadn't done had happened because of an influence he likely couldn't control, still Remi's instincts were a good deal more predatory than likely Sunjata (or Ronin) would have liked to see them.

"Dahlia was the one who gave the order for Pierce to go after Flora." Remi says in a tight voice, before he forces himself to exhale and extends a hand toward Sunjata. Whether or not the Flood would understand the purpose of the gesture—of being able to read the other man's emotions rather than simply having to take his word for them—he wasn't entirely sure, but gods if it wasn't difficult to keep his mind from jumping to the worst case scenario.

"Did you know?"

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

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