disturbed

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

Remi could not have felt more the picture of disappointment had he painted it himself. He felt small and inadequate, weak, and naive beyond words. The question of items, of what he could do was at least something the more logical part of his mind could latch onto. Looking up and away as his mind considered, Remi leaned his cheek against Ronin's palm.

"...four, a season. If I try to do more they...they just.." His shoulders shrugged. "I made two for Zariah this morning." Remi added in a low and disappointed tone.