Well, they all knew what Ronin was. Sam was thankful Remi did not put words to it in the moment, thinkng actually hearing it might sink him further down into his already deep sea of distress and guilt.
Luckily it seemed like Remi and Nate were both willing to move past his awkward outburst (and that, he thought, was why these were the members of his family nowadays, not the harsh critics that shared his genes) and the subject moved on. "Oh, well, I don't have to sleep, but I still like to, most nights. I find something...lacking, when I don't." Like he was missing a part of what made him human.
The room was wonderful; more lovely than one would imagine of a room to house escapees in what could quickly become a civil war (not that he really thought it would come to that. He just tortured himself with the idea nightly). "Oh, Remi. Thank you." Sam said as he looked about, nodding to confirm he knew his way around the Guildhall.
"Is it alright if we stay until after Longnight? If..nothing else happens." He wrung his hands together, anxious for two reasons: that something could cause him to stay longer, but also that he had not yet told Nate of all the dangers awaiting them. "This seems like a safe place to stay during, right? Wessex mentioned her and myself going out to...do...something, but I still would like somewhere secure to return to." His last Longnight was mostly lost to his mind, the memories too caught up in Remi to have fully survived, but he knew from years of hearing monsters prowl the roads that one did not want to stay outside too long.
SAMUEL
I cannot believe my eyes, but I think I see a light;
You are everything I've always wanted in my life
