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remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do "I suppose I just...I thought of stars and her laughter and I just...I kept wondering why. Why I didn't make a music box that captured her giggles. Why I washed her clothes instead of cherishing the sticky messes on her sleeves...Because now I'm sitting here realizing that I've nothing of her and all of this—" He gestured vaguely at the feathers, the pretty shells. "—and I hate it. It isn't her. It doesn't capture anything at all about her. I'd have to pull all the stars from the sky and even that wouldn't be enough." His voice had grown thick with emotion, and though there weren't tears in his eyes, he blinked hard as if there were. "You would cope." He said gently. It wasn't meant to be some sort of plea for reassurance, nor disrespect for Ronin's love. He was just...a survivor. "That's exactly how it feels." Remi agreed, of being dead in his own body. "But it isn't just so you aren't lonely. I do still want you, love you. It just feels..." He didn't know the word. "..I do love you." Remi repeated, looking honestly at Ronin now. "As best I can with what I have left."