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?

Sliding his hand into the Flood's, Remi closes his eyes as if that might help him make sense of the colours and emotions that immediately slosh against him. Against the onslaught of panic and anxiety the Bastion can feel the current of truth that runs through everything that Sunjata has said and continues to say. Rather than releasing the other man's hand, Remi allows the palette of his own emotions to surge forward; the devastation he'd felt hearing Flora's voice in his head and knowing it meant she'd died, learning that she'd been murdered, and how even once she'd been brought back from the dead by Ronin, he'd been unable to shake the panic that had wrapped itself so tightly around his mind. Relief comes through next, and as Remi's grip softens, he pulses his fingers against Sunjata's. She's my daughter.. He thinks toward the Flood as his eyes slowly open. Even if you couldn't have stopped yourself or Pierce...I had to know. He might not have killed Sunjata for it, but gods he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look the other man in the eyes again if he'd had anything to do with Flora's murder, however coerced it had been.

Pulling his hand back, the Bastion glances at Deimos and Ronin, giving each a subtle nod before folding his arms comfortably over his chest—only for them to drop toward his sides as Hotaru's name leaves the Flood's lips. "What?" Having far less claim over her safety than Sunjata did, still Remi felt feathers bristle into his curls. "But...I've been telling her everything. About...about Flora and Jack..I wrote to her telling her what happened, and.."

..and she hadn't written back.

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!