everything has its wonders
It is cruel, and Remi will feel the metaphorical knife as it twists in Ronin at the thought of manipulating his friend. But he'll feel, too, the dark ribbon of something distinctly other, something that speaks of practice when it comes to that sort of manipulation, of learning to outwit, to survive in that environment.
"Oh," he says unhelpfully, unaware that he's clasping Remi's hand more tightly. Around them a soft wind whispers through skeletal trees, and the Mathair looks somehow more intimidating than it ever has before.
Only nodding dumbly at Remi's response about his empathy abilities, Ronin glances up as the other man leans in to whisper to him. His blue eyes widen a fraction, and he responds just as quietly; a warning, something to keep in mind. "...But if you're sure, then yes."
"Oh," he says unhelpfully, unaware that he's clasping Remi's hand more tightly. Around them a soft wind whispers through skeletal trees, and the Mathair looks somehow more intimidating than it ever has before.
Only nodding dumbly at Remi's response about his empathy abilities, Ronin glances up as the other man leans in to whisper to him. His blue eyes widen a fraction, and he responds just as quietly; a warning, something to keep in mind. "...But if you're sure, then yes."
even darkness and silence
