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"Nate." Ronin is surprised to see the Ascended (the demigod, unbeknownst to him) answering the door, only ever seeing Sunjata in the house in truth. Then again, it's late, and given that only one half of the couple requires sleep, it isn't so surprising he supposes. What, though? The Dark Star scoffs, having to fill his lungs with air and exhale forcefully so as to stop the threats that want to leap off his tongue in reply. Instead he takes a second, he recalls the conversations had with his husband, and then he proceeds. With his words, Nate. "You said," he murmurs, "that if Remi ever hurt your family again, you would find a way to hurt him. A way that sticks." Ronin raises his eyebrows. To any looking at him, he's about as emotional as a marble statue. That says nothing, however, to the tempest that rages within. "Now, I can't stop Remi from doing what he's going to do. But given that he doesn't really care about physical pain, I'm keen to clarify what you meant. Because you said you aren't a monster, Nate. But I'm not sure any of us are in a position anymore to make that claim for ourselves." Ronin steps forward. "So tell me. What would you do to hurt my husband?" taliesin a long and lonesome road