What Divine Intelligence

I'll help you with anything. Remi flinched, looking up. "What, like burying my husband?" He asked, thinking that he meant it as a joke, but his tone coming out far dryer and more serious. Was that was Sam was offering? Pulling his fingers into a fist, Remi's lips trembled into a smile as he looked away, too-pale eyes falling on the darkened rock walls that he couldn't quite see. You said that last time too. And leaving me alone was exactly what you did. Remi thought, unable to stem the hurtful thoughts. If Ronin died again, for as large a well of forgiveness that Remi possessed, Sam was likely the last person he'd want around. They'd already been down that road. Remi knew where it lead. REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me