the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Forgive me for saying so, but I don't believe you. I think the urge to tear out his throat would be just as strong." Ronin smirked and picked up his pace somewhat as the wagon came into view, like they weren't talking about brutally killing someone. The world changed people, evidently. Though not in some ways, it seemed, and Ronin raised his eyebrows as he listened to Remi, releasing his husband so he might open the doors to the wagon and beckon the Alchemist inside.
"Neron Launceleyn was a different man a few years ago, and so were you. Why do you care what he might think? If he is anything like the Launceleyn family, he probably doesn't even remember your name." Which would be cruel if Remi had tried to get into their good books. But in terms of leadership now, it may well make him an unknown to Halo's Warden.
"Neron Launceleyn was a different man a few years ago, and so were you. Why do you care what he might think? If he is anything like the Launceleyn family, he probably doesn't even remember your name." Which would be cruel if Remi had tried to get into their good books. But in terms of leadership now, it may well make him an unknown to Halo's Warden.
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