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i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Ronin had been singing in the kitchen while Aoife painted portraits on the wall in jam...and then he'd been in the fields while those around him screamed, some even saying his name...he'd clawed out his own throat to get back to his husband and daughter. It was the right thing to do after all; Aoife had died, but she needn't be alone. Ronin would understand.

Ronin would..

..heat and light and the feeling of water on his feet brought a gasp from deep in his chest. There was no pain (why wasn't there pain? Remi wanted the pain. Deserved it. Needed it.); instinctively his hands came up to his throat that should have still been torn open, only it wasn't. There were scars there from his own claws, but it was healed.

His hands shot to his stomach, moments ago torn open and bleeding away the last of his life, and that too was healed. And if that was healed..if he was healed then..

..cruel adrenaline and hope surged through him as he flailed to a sitting position, eyes ignoring the foreign landscape, looking only for...needing to see only...

The blanket was still. He knew what was inside, for it was no longer a who.