aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
"Oh no, I do hear. I hear you very well Sam. Your want to fix this? To redo it all? That is precisely the problem." Somewhere very far off it felt just now, Ronin would feel his husband's heart stutter unhappily via the ring on his finger. Absently Remi ran his palm across his chest, pressing unhappily at the skin as if he might physically smooth away the discomfort.
"You have already had so many second chances with me. I've forgiven you everything you've ever done, and yet here we are again. You're still the same old Sam, and if we move past this, there will just inevitably be something else."
Turning his gaze back towards the bookmaker, Remi's nostrils flared as he took a breath. "You want to really hear what I"m saying? Fine. It is this. It would have been you, for me Sam. I would have stayed with you. Would have married you. Everything I did was to make your life better, even after you left me. I only ever wanted the best for you and unlike you, my actions bore that out. I hate you for being with Loren. I'll never forgive either of you that, and before you say it, I care very very little about the fairness of that. You both wounded me in ways that fundamentally changed and broke me, and it will never be okay that you two are together, regardless of what capacity that might be."
Swallowing hard the lump of misery and bile that rose unhappily in the back of his throat, Remi turned his eyes back towards the ceiling of the cave.
"I'd have forgiven you, if not for that. If not for Loren." He said, almost defeatedly. Angry and empty as he was, Remi really didn't have it in him for long-term grudges or this sort of persistent hate. But Loren...that sort of casual cruelness that the Launceleyn demonstrated over and over again...Sam was a hurtful and selfish idiot, but at least he did mean well most of the time. The same couldn't be said for Loren.
"You have already had so many second chances with me. I've forgiven you everything you've ever done, and yet here we are again. You're still the same old Sam, and if we move past this, there will just inevitably be something else."
Turning his gaze back towards the bookmaker, Remi's nostrils flared as he took a breath. "You want to really hear what I"m saying? Fine. It is this. It would have been you, for me Sam. I would have stayed with you. Would have married you. Everything I did was to make your life better, even after you left me. I only ever wanted the best for you and unlike you, my actions bore that out. I hate you for being with Loren. I'll never forgive either of you that, and before you say it, I care very very little about the fairness of that. You both wounded me in ways that fundamentally changed and broke me, and it will never be okay that you two are together, regardless of what capacity that might be."
Swallowing hard the lump of misery and bile that rose unhappily in the back of his throat, Remi turned his eyes back towards the ceiling of the cave.
"I'd have forgiven you, if not for that. If not for Loren." He said, almost defeatedly. Angry and empty as he was, Remi really didn't have it in him for long-term grudges or this sort of persistent hate. But Loren...that sort of casual cruelness that the Launceleyn demonstrated over and over again...Sam was a hurtful and selfish idiot, but at least he did mean well most of the time. The same couldn't be said for Loren.
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ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
