the baffled king composing hallelujah
”She lies every time she breathes, Remi. Would that you could trust the things I say half as much as you trust her.” Ronin didn’t intend for it to sound quite that blunt, but it seemed to be the way of things. For all of his reassurances and belief in Remi, that was a grain of sand compared to the poison Zariah dripped into his ear.
So when he asked for help Ronin was sceptical at best, slipping an arm back around Remi’s waist but unable to hold him as close as he’d have liked thanks to the burn. ”Okay,” he said softly, though how he was meant to undo a lifetime of Remi being told he was nothing was another matter.
”You have a responsibility to the people,” he said quietly. ”That is what I was taught, growing up. My parents, my elder brother, and later the Storm Guard. You have a responsibility to protect them and to serve them. I thought it was a crock of shit when I was young - I spent my early years in the army fighting in taverns and shirking off work and gambling. But... in Northaven I started to understand, I think. What good is power, or strength or skill, if it is not used to help those who don’t have it?”
So when he asked for help Ronin was sceptical at best, slipping an arm back around Remi’s waist but unable to hold him as close as he’d have liked thanks to the burn. ”Okay,” he said softly, though how he was meant to undo a lifetime of Remi being told he was nothing was another matter.
”You have a responsibility to the people,” he said quietly. ”That is what I was taught, growing up. My parents, my elder brother, and later the Storm Guard. You have a responsibility to protect them and to serve them. I thought it was a crock of shit when I was young - I spent my early years in the army fighting in taverns and shirking off work and gambling. But... in Northaven I started to understand, I think. What good is power, or strength or skill, if it is not used to help those who don’t have it?”
