there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"You and me both," Ronin says almost under his breath, but of course he doesn't need to speak up for Remi to know what he's thinking. Testing the strength and resilience of the wood and the masts and anything else he can find on deck, he only pauses when he's satisfied, heading towards the small steps that will lead him below. But not before brushing past Remi and leaving a soft kiss on his cheek; with it, his own frustration and burning helplessness floods through to the Bastion, and he murmurs an apology.
"Normally I'd agree with you, but if you hadn't noticed, Flora is something of a social butterfly. I'm sure even if we rounded up everyone we thought mattered into Haulani, there'd be someone we missed." He sighs. "I understand why she did it this way, but I really wish she hadn't agreed to those terms. We're just as useless as we were before, just with a big, anti-Family bubble to hide behind now."
"Normally I'd agree with you, but if you hadn't noticed, Flora is something of a social butterfly. I'm sure even if we rounded up everyone we thought mattered into Haulani, there'd be someone we missed." He sighs. "I understand why she did it this way, but I really wish she hadn't agreed to those terms. We're just as useless as we were before, just with a big, anti-Family bubble to hide behind now."
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