save the victory speeches for later

& my heart ran away from me

Remi stands near the mast, one hand braced lazily against the worn wood, his curls tousled by the coastal breeze. He watches Ronin move about the deck with the easy grace that always creeps in when the Knight is near the sea, but his expression is more complicated than fondness alone. "Penny for my thoughts?" he echoes, glancing sidelong toward the Northaven where it's moored nearby, a flicker of something sarcastic in his voice. "I thought we were buying our way back into the fight with their safety." His gaze drifts back to Ronin, softening despite the frustration tightening behind his ribs. "With them in the safe haven, we’d finally be free to do something again." A pause, heavy, as he leans both hands on the railing, staring down at the turquoise chop below.

There’s a flash in his expression—not quite anger, but a rare helplessness he doesn’t wear well. "You were right, though. Dahlia keeping her word isn’t something anyone should bet on." The breeze carries the scent of salt and hibiscus, but it does little to soothe. "Maybe we should try to bring everyone to Haulani anyway. Jack seems half-resigned already to being caged. Sohalia lives in Torchline. Would it really be so hard to convince the rest?" Without a full roster of those Flora cared about the Bastion was just grasping at straws, he knew, but it seemed absurd to be creating a place of safety and still being handicapped by others being in danger.

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