But my words, like silent raindrops fell

Remi There’s only two mistakes that I have made: Running from the people who could love me best, & trying to fix a world that I can’t change "Ronin." Remi whispered when it seemed clear that all the ex-captain was going to do was stare into the fire, or at his feet. The water he'd left on the table was untouched, and though Vai seemed to be soothing Ronin's daughter (daughter!), the man looked no more at ease than when he'd first stumbled in. If anything he looked worse. "Come on." The guildmaster needed air and Remi did as well. There wasn't much of it to be had trapped from the ghosts and ghouls that lingered outside, but there were spaces not filled with wandering eyes and hushed whispers. Did they whisper about Ronin? Or about Remi? The alchemist didn't know, and was too tired to care. Placing a hand beneath Ronin's arm, Remi's firm but gentle grip tried to force encourage the man up and out of the Rathskeller. At least in the temple there would be room to breathe.