I swear I still believe but I don't know
"It makes me gods-damned monster, Remi." There, it's out. It's said and its done and Ronin isn't jeering or mocking or laughing any more. He stands, a broken man with his back straight and his jaw clenched, blue eyes ablaze with something he can't understand and doesn't want to. "Everything you have ever done for me means nothing. Everything that has ever happened to us means nothing. Nothing is the same - nothing has a point - because she's still dead."
He wants to look at the little swaddled body - wants to, but can't. Because maybe she's really okay - maybe (and it's a sickening thought) they'll unwrap it and it'll be another child, a not-Aoife. And Ronin's guts wrench at the thought of eventually approaching the body, so he tries hard to banish the thought.
Easy, when he's being punched. Ronin staggers with the force of it, because like it or not Remi is strong now, and the taste of copper explodes in his mouth. "Shame Aoife didn't live long enough to get a ring from her," he snarls. "But then I suppose I have you to thank for it. It's your fault she's dead."
He wants to look at the little swaddled body - wants to, but can't. Because maybe she's really okay - maybe (and it's a sickening thought) they'll unwrap it and it'll be another child, a not-Aoife. And Ronin's guts wrench at the thought of eventually approaching the body, so he tries hard to banish the thought.
Easy, when he's being punched. Ronin staggers with the force of it, because like it or not Remi is strong now, and the taste of copper explodes in his mouth. "Shame Aoife didn't live long enough to get a ring from her," he snarls. "But then I suppose I have you to thank for it. It's your fault she's dead."
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