i hope you know we had everything

I swear I still believe but I don't know

"I can't lose any more children, Remi," Ronin whispers, the admission as true as it is something ordinarily kept hidden behind thick chains of duty and promise and altruism. What his infection might mean against his status as one of Vi's chosen is anyone's guess, but if you asked Ronin, he'd insist he's still standing for life even through the purple haze that has descended over him. Having his family murdered over and over again, until the power granted to him fizzles out... that's a desecration of what Vi stands for if he's ever seen one.

It descends over him, that logic, simple and quiet and warm. It makes sense.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his hand dropping from his wound at last now that his body is apparently able to contain itself again, resting, trembling, over the back of Remi's. "I love you," he adds, and somehow that sounds like an apology as well. "I wish I could have done more."

the white knight