the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin does accept the bottle, and he does take a solid pull from it as well, something he'll be grateful for in the coming minutes, because the burning in his throat forces him to pause before he speaks. "What is that supposed to mean?" He scowls. "It's not as though I go hunting them and Hotaru down in the Greatwood." Any more. "I just stay out of their way. You never told me when this happened that I'd expect to play happy families with them."
It's a bitter snap of a sentiment and Ronin knows it, and he pulses a silent apology to Remi even as he sits up from his lap, raking his hands through his hair. "I look at her and see everything Aoife should have been by now. And then she's looking up at me with your eyes telling me I'm the reason you don't get to have that, and I just... fuck, Remi." Swiping at his eyes, Ronin stares a hole in one of the trees.
"I'll make sure I spend a day or two in Stormbreak, each week. Or you need... you should go and stay with them for a couple of days. They're your children, and they love you."
It's a bitter snap of a sentiment and Ronin knows it, and he pulses a silent apology to Remi even as he sits up from his lap, raking his hands through his hair. "I look at her and see everything Aoife should have been by now. And then she's looking up at me with your eyes telling me I'm the reason you don't get to have that, and I just... fuck, Remi." Swiping at his eyes, Ronin stares a hole in one of the trees.
"I'll make sure I spend a day or two in Stormbreak, each week. Or you need... you should go and stay with them for a couple of days. They're your children, and they love you."
