and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin feels it all too easily as the emotion curdles in Remi's thoughts, the Knight wincing apologetically and shifting to face him a little better on the bed, the baby (Carlo in disguise, potentially) still entirely content to gum at his pinky finger. "I know you didn't," he says, as if to try to smooth down whatever feathers he's unintentionally ruffled. "And it would benefit them - you know I don't disagree with that."
The but sits locked behind his teeth despite himself, though. But Fern surely isn't the only kid in Torchline. But they're still so small. But I don't want to miss any of this.
"I'm sorry," he ventures gently. "Do you think it would be for the best if we took them to Frey? If Isla and Fern weren't in the equation, I mean." Remi's opinion in and of itself is something he holds higher than his own, and if there's more to this that Ronin isn't considering, he wants to hear it.
The but sits locked behind his teeth despite himself, though. But Fern surely isn't the only kid in Torchline. But they're still so small. But I don't want to miss any of this.
"I'm sorry," he ventures gently. "Do you think it would be for the best if we took them to Frey? If Isla and Fern weren't in the equation, I mean." Remi's opinion in and of itself is something he holds higher than his own, and if there's more to this that Ronin isn't considering, he wants to hear it.
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