I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Rocking a bit with the force of the Northaven's deck shifting from propulsion to being more or less stationary, in the time it takes Remi to slip through the cool waters and get himself on board, Ronin has just about gotten accustomed to the way the houseboat has begun to sway in the deeper water. Straightening, the back of his neck reddened by the sun, he turns just in time for the other man to sweep closer. As always when he's not feeling good, his hands come up and he steps back a fraction as if to warn Remi away - and as always, he finds the Bastion in his arms anyway.
His feelings run slick through Remi's magic, cloying and oily; guilt and shame and something darker, too, with an aftertaste of self-loathing. There's frustration there as well, of course, ribbons of it gleaming through the swamp of his emotions, but it's a small thing compared to the rest. "I don't know," he says softly, leaning into the hand that brushes across his cheek. "I saw Flora. It didn't go well. And I... I can't go to Starfall, Remi. I can't risk it. I'm sorry."
His feelings run slick through Remi's magic, cloying and oily; guilt and shame and something darker, too, with an aftertaste of self-loathing. There's frustration there as well, of course, ribbons of it gleaming through the swamp of his emotions, but it's a small thing compared to the rest. "I don't know," he says softly, leaning into the hand that brushes across his cheek. "I saw Flora. It didn't go well. And I... I can't go to Starfall, Remi. I can't risk it. I'm sorry."
RONIN
