the wounds are open and bleeding out
"No, don't---" Ronin almost pleads as Remi reaches out for him, as if he knows the other man's touch will herald a truth he's not ready to face. But it's too late, and the muted sorrow yawns through him, too big to contain in a scream or to express with any words, and the Knight's first tears spill from eyes blinking too quickly in an effort to stop them. "We were going to go back to the Cordillera together," he whispers. "I showed her the houseboat there. We were... she was supposed to do so much more, Remi."
The stars overhead finally blink out, the Seal of the Duke falling uselessly to the sand nearby, and the resulting plunge into darkness almost blinds Ronin, not that he notices or cares. "How did this happen? How did..." He can't gaze down at Seren's lifeless body again, pressing his eyes shut and clutching her closer to him, kissing her dark hair. "What am I supposed to do now?" The words are small and raw and utterly without pride; so often the man with all the answers, on this lonely beach, again, Ronin can do little more than sit and let his grief grow roots.
The stars overhead finally blink out, the Seal of the Duke falling uselessly to the sand nearby, and the resulting plunge into darkness almost blinds Ronin, not that he notices or cares. "How did this happen? How did..." He can't gaze down at Seren's lifeless body again, pressing his eyes shut and clutching her closer to him, kissing her dark hair. "What am I supposed to do now?" The words are small and raw and utterly without pride; so often the man with all the answers, on this lonely beach, again, Ronin can do little more than sit and let his grief grow roots.
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