cinders and smoke

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving A dark part of Ronin believed that perhaps it would have been better for Remi's memory to have been taken, but he didn't admit to it. Instead he focused on what was real, on here, now, and the limp fingers between his own. "What difference would there be, if I had made it all about me?" he said softly, raising his gaze to Remi, lips parting to speak but the words dying as he heard his counterpart out. It was like being punched in the chest, to hear it said so frankly, with a sincerity not coloured by drink or anger or hysteria. Ronin swallowed hard, attempting a demeanour of calm, but the light that fractured out of him betrayed his true feelings. (Thanks, Safrin). He didn't look away, even at the confession about wanting to go with Ludo, instead reaching out with his free hand to gently tilt Remi's chin up, that he might talk to him properly. One love to another. "Do you remember when I was blighted?" he asked. Tears pricked the corners of Ronin's eyes, and when he spoke it was quiet to stop his voice from trembling. "Whoever you are, whoever you're becoming... I'm more interested in finding out than abandoning you. If you need carrying for a while, let me. You've done it enough for me in the past. And I'm sorry, but I don't believe that there is nothing left to love about you. Else I'd already be gone." He shrugged. "And if you want to go with Ludo - if this is all too much, if this is it... We'll go together."