the things we hold are always the first to go
Remi is right about Vai as well, of course, and Ronin's jaw feathers as he realises how taking care of the big picture has caused them to neglect the small, infinitely more important details. Already he is vowing to put together something for the witch and to visit with the intention of hearing about her day and nothing more, when their son (rightly) takes centre stage again in their conversation.
"They what?" he almost whispers, guilty and stunned in equal measure, given that one of Mateo's parents literally runs the city, and the other could probably carry the Collegium on his back if he really wanted to. "Gods, what are we doing?" Already Ronin can feel his eyes starting to prickle, and he leans in to rest his head against Remi's shoulder. "How did this happen? That poor fucking kid..."
Drawing in a long breath, when Ronin pulls back again it's with a sense of shame and chastisement. "Where is he now? We have to do better."
"They what?" he almost whispers, guilty and stunned in equal measure, given that one of Mateo's parents literally runs the city, and the other could probably carry the Collegium on his back if he really wanted to. "Gods, what are we doing?" Already Ronin can feel his eyes starting to prickle, and he leans in to rest his head against Remi's shoulder. "How did this happen? That poor fucking kid..."
Drawing in a long breath, when Ronin pulls back again it's with a sense of shame and chastisement. "Where is he now? We have to do better."
