I swear I still believe but I don't know
He had seen how, it was true. He'd seen Remi not live with it, for a time, and now he saw him bear the burden of it every single day, the Star gathering his husband close when he finally felt strong enough to do so. "I'm glad I saw it," he muttered, voice rough, his hand coming up to rest over Remi's. "I'd rather carry it with you, than you have to live with it alone. And besides, it's like you said... the monsters won't hold back. And I don't think they could show me much worse."
Was it foolish, to tempt fate and challenge them to do just that? Oh, absolutely. But Ronin was convinced, wholly, that he was right in his assertion. There was nothing worse than living through that memory, not for him. Or for Remi, he imagined. "Let's go home?" he asked. "I want to go to bed." And not leave until he had to.
Was it foolish, to tempt fate and challenge them to do just that? Oh, absolutely. But Ronin was convinced, wholly, that he was right in his assertion. There was nothing worse than living through that memory, not for him. Or for Remi, he imagined. "Let's go home?" he asked. "I want to go to bed." And not leave until he had to.
the dark star
