the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Good. If there's that, then I can walk away from the edge any time I like, happy at knowing you'll be there," Ronin said softly, burying his nose in the Alchemist's curls for a moment. But as he spoke about Safrin, about his place in the world and about any other number of things he might have been asked to do, Ronin could only smile sadly and hold his husband's gaze.
"It's very different," he said softly, squeezing Remi's hand. "I'm still grieving, same as you. To have another daughter, to look at her and wonder if this is what Aoife would have become. To hear her talk, ask questions, smile, laugh..." He shook his head, feeling his throat grow tight. "I'd have taken any task Safrin set for me. But not this one." Not if he'd been given a choice about it.
"It's very different," he said softly, squeezing Remi's hand. "I'm still grieving, same as you. To have another daughter, to look at her and wonder if this is what Aoife would have become. To hear her talk, ask questions, smile, laugh..." He shook his head, feeling his throat grow tight. "I'd have taken any task Safrin set for me. But not this one." Not if he'd been given a choice about it.
THE
DARK STAR
