I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Have we ever really paid the price?" Ronin says with a smile edged with bitterness. "We don't really belong to ourselves, Remi, not with a god's stamp on us. People don't see it that way - Flora certainly doesn't, and she's not entirely wrong." He shrugs his shoulders, fingers teasing through the damp salt spray of his husband's curls. "And whoever's turn it might be, if we can't be seen to be showing up and doing our damnedest, we're good for nothing out here."
Frowning apologetically - he doesn't mean to be negative, or to be seen as contradicting every point Remi makes, but with the welts of the Doubletake's words still raw and stinging, it's hard to feel like he can break the surface of his own disappointment in himself. "Vi saved me from Safrin. Mort saved you from yourself," he ventures. "He might not be cruel, but he doesn't suffer fools. And I don't want to isn't going to be good enough."
Inhaling a deep breath and releasing it, his amusement is brief and fluttering, like a feather in a breeze, to hear Flora compared to her mother. "Yes, well. She was very thorough, and very good at it," he says quietly. "She told us to go and fight, that she had made her choice and it was time for us to make ours. As if letting her be in danger like that was just... a switch I could flip. And no matter what I said, I was just..." He shakes his head. "I know I'm a bad father, but I've never felt so much like one until today."
Frowning apologetically - he doesn't mean to be negative, or to be seen as contradicting every point Remi makes, but with the welts of the Doubletake's words still raw and stinging, it's hard to feel like he can break the surface of his own disappointment in himself. "Vi saved me from Safrin. Mort saved you from yourself," he ventures. "He might not be cruel, but he doesn't suffer fools. And I don't want to isn't going to be good enough."
Inhaling a deep breath and releasing it, his amusement is brief and fluttering, like a feather in a breeze, to hear Flora compared to her mother. "Yes, well. She was very thorough, and very good at it," he says quietly. "She told us to go and fight, that she had made her choice and it was time for us to make ours. As if letting her be in danger like that was just... a switch I could flip. And no matter what I said, I was just..." He shakes his head. "I know I'm a bad father, but I've never felt so much like one until today."
RONIN
