the bastion
Love isn't all that it seems
I did you wrong
I did you wrong
A faint smile curves his lips, one shaped more by understanding than comfort. Remi knows the dead aren’t lost—not truly. He’s felt that certainty in Mort’s presence, in the spaces left behind, in the way grief softens with time but never fully leaves. But knowing isn't the same as healing, and even truth doesn’t always dull the ache of an empty bed or an unfinished painting.
His gaze shifts to the lantern as it appears, and something in him stills. He reaches for it slowly, both hands cupped beneath as if holding something living. His breath hitches, drawn in and held as his fingers brush the glass, and for a moment he doesn’t move at all—just studies the soft glow, the quiet pulse within. No words come, only the salt-prickle of tears he doesn’t try to hide, eyes shining in the dimming light. When he does speak, it’s barely more than a whisper.
"Thank you."
His gaze shifts to the lantern as it appears, and something in him stills. He reaches for it slowly, both hands cupped beneath as if holding something living. His breath hitches, drawn in and held as his fingers brush the glass, and for a moment he doesn’t move at all—just studies the soft glow, the quiet pulse within. No words come, only the salt-prickle of tears he doesn’t try to hide, eyes shining in the dimming light. When he does speak, it’s barely more than a whisper.
"Thank you."
I'll stay here with you
Until this dream is gone
Until this dream is gone
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
