R O N I N
The infirmary and Ronin had become very good friends over the past few days. Once his fever had broken he was able to leave, at least - albeit with a horrendously bandaged shoulder that hid the oddest shaped bite wound possibly in existence - but he returned every day for the medics to check on it and change the dressings. He'd left it late today, hence why he was strolling through the Domiciles at this hour, and was unfortunately nearby in time to hear the... well, could it be called a conversation, truly?
A mix of snarling, sobbing, pleading and speaking, only one thing became abundantly clear to Ronin, and that was that he recognised Remi's voice somewhere in the chaos.
In what would prove to be yet another noble-but-stupid idea that he doubted any of his friends would thank him for, the ex-captain broke into a jog and arrived in the doorway in time to see a young man he didn't recognise scooting back towards it. Beyond him, one of the most gentle men Ronin had ever met was...
Well. The scene was bewildering and grotesque in equal parts, and the two warred for dominance in Ronin's expression.
"Remi..." He held his hands up slowly, skirting to the side so neither he nor
