it's delicate

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Closing his eyes, Remi swallows around a painful lump in his throat as he nods. "No, of course, I—" Hitching in his breath, of all the emotions that the Lullaby is prepared to endure on Ronin's behalf, blame is certainly not one. "It is not." Remi counters, perhaps a shade too harshly, but then, in the cold maroon world they find themselves now in, he can hardly tell.

Spreading his wings around to hide the worst of the fractured landscape, Remi draws the Nova close with fingers that would leave bruises in their wake had this been real. They seem to press through Ronin's skin against the darkness that flinches and violently storms within, meaning simply to hold the Nova firmly rather than to untangle his torment.

"He is." Remi confirms with a stiff nod. "And Ludo said that Safrin will no doubt know that I have told you, but that it will not let her kill me." This is added almost as an afterthought; the goddess hadn't had the power to kill Remi permanently for years now, and gods he would happily meet her on a field of her choosing any time she wished it.

'We will get her down, Ronin. We will."

innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know