RONIN
Having never forgotten nor done the forgetting, Ronin's pain is of a different sort. He remembers every life he's ever taken, every love he's ever lost, and yet although it might be different, it is no less terrible than what Remi is describing. "You will appear fine," he corrects, brushing his fingers down the length of Remi's spine. "But when you look out at the Grounds and feel sad for a reason you can't place, that's still remembering, in a way. Deep down."
Speaking of which, though, down Remi goes, slipping through Ronin's fingers before he can do much of anything about it. Wincing to see the alchemist brought so low, but simultaneously understanding it, he shifts to kneel beside the other man, guiding him back and against his side. "You're allowed to can't," he says softly. "For as long as you need to. We're safe in the woods. This doesn't have to happen right now - we've got time, and I've got you. Okay?"
Speaking of which, though, down Remi goes, slipping through Ronin's fingers before he can do much of anything about it. Wincing to see the alchemist brought so low, but simultaneously understanding it, he shifts to kneel beside the other man, guiding him back and against his side. "You're allowed to can't," he says softly. "For as long as you need to. We're safe in the woods. This doesn't have to happen right now - we've got time, and I've got you. Okay?"
a star in someone else's sky
