but did you die?

Oh if time is a river lets be stones underwater

Placing the glass to his lips the Lullaby helps himself to a healthy sip of his husband's wine, just barely stopping himself from finishing it in one go. (It wasn't that he was worried about not leaving any for Ronin, and more that he didn't want the Huntsman to pause their conversation by offering to go get more). "Yeah." Remi agrees, and in leaning against his husband, the Lullaby allows the swirl of his emotions to serve as the preface to his answer.

For the most part, the colours of the Lullaby's feelings are cool and distant. Blues diluted with black and purples that had been muted by grey. There was no sparkle of gold or pulse of vibrant rose to be seen; no indications of love or anger. It was just the indistinct palette of confusion, frustration, and a bit of sadness. "Mmm, she was quite upset." Remi murmurs, squinting up toward the sun before turning back to Ronin. "She said I was selfish, that I made the wrong choice...that I threw her away?" This he pauses to puzzle over a little, frowning down at the cocktail umbrella before continuing.

"She threw a pebble at me, said her life had been rough since everything, and then told me to go."