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I've got you. Those words stung just as much as the many abrasions across his face if only because Ronin seemed to be the only person for whom those words were actually true. Nodding distantly as Ronin went off towards the kitchen, Remi felt the arms of the chair with a bizarre and forlorn sort of apprehension. He tried to remember what it all looked like, where he was in the room and what should have been right before his eyes. Only pain and exhaustion made the images behind his eyes blur, and eventually he gave up and let his head hang slightly. Flinching slightly at Sugar's approach, Remi tried to smile beneath the bandages but thought better of it as flares of new pain rained down his face. "Hey. I am...alive." alright wasn't the word for it. He wasn't alright, and not just because of his wounds. Remi had been in the woods long enough that Ianto should have been able to make his way back, unless he'd been further restrained. So either his friend didn't care enough to return, or he was possibly suffering his own fresh hell. Neither were options Remi particularly cared for. "Ahhh—" Remi hissed as Ronin began to moisten and then undo the bandages. Instinctively a hand shot out grabbing the hunter's wrist with fingers suddenly covered in tawny hair and punctuated with claws. Relaxing immediately though, Remi withdrew and let his friend strip away the bloodied cloth. remi Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here