I will fight the end
Ronin had been at the wagon since returning from the lighthouse. He had ended up taking his wedding ring back from the grave and returning it to his finger, where it should never have left, temper or otherwise. He'd finished the marker, using one of Remi's feathers since the alchemist had taken wing and disappeared, before painstakingly gathering the rest of the plumage scattered along the cliff edge. When that was done he had taken himself down to the rocky shoreline - he didn't know how long it had been since then, only that he had lifted every stone and searched every nook and cranny until - blessedly - he recovered the ring Remi had thrown.
Now it was dark and quiet and Ronin sat on the edge of the wagon, feet dangling out, his head tilted to rest against the faded wood and his eyes on the stars above. His eyes were red and he didn't seem to know where to go or what to do. It would burn him, Safrin had said. It would burn him to try and help Remi. And he felt it acutely.
Now it was dark and quiet and Ronin sat on the edge of the wagon, feet dangling out, his head tilted to rest against the faded wood and his eyes on the stars above. His eyes were red and he didn't seem to know where to go or what to do. It would burn him, Safrin had said. It would burn him to try and help Remi. And he felt it acutely.
'til the end is here
