fly by night

REMI

if you're not going to swim deep with me

That he was known seemed to be all Remi needed to hear. It solidified something inside of him; something only merely outlined before. But now it was whole, crackling with anger. I met him. Only once. Gods how terrible it felt to say that. Like a lifetime of whatifs were now sailing below him just as the sparse houses were. Already he'd been someone to Remi, someone kind and so complex in a way he yearned to understand. The boy who'd found him in the flowers, placed a hand on his knee, and talked for what seemed like hours. And now he'd never get that chance because the darkness had smothered his light. No amount of flowery prose would change that, no-soul shattering yearning. But he'd see his body properly taken care of if he could.

The two black shapes in the night flit quickly through the skies. The distance between guild and temple was not so great, and once they arrived to see the smoldering remains of the Rathskeller, the alchemist cringed. Had he teeth to clench he would have. Had he lips to spit he might have. All he had though was the dim light below and a building resentment for the summoner who had thrown Cera's body to the wolves monsters.

Can you see well enough from here? If they do not know we are here yet, we may buy ourselves time by staying high. So saying the hawk glided in a controlled circle, eyes focused on the snow for the broken shape of the boy he'd hardly known.

get out of my waters

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