I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin has given up - he's taken all his rage out on the Temple and on Safrin and now Remi as well, and here he has the one person he wants to be punished by dutifully delivering on it. There's blood in his mouth and the bruising along his cheekbone and eyesocket will be extensive, but he doesn't try to block the alchemist. The warm sand whumps against his back as he is tackled, Remi straddling him, Ronin gazing up into his face with eyes filled with sorrow and madness.
"Then I'll take the blame, I guess," he says, his voice thick with blood. "It's all my fault. I killed my baby, and now I suffer." Forever. Ronin tries to sit up, not to fight back but so Remi can really get his weight behind his hits.
"I was at the festival. I saw. You were both dead - or I thought so... I thought I didn't have anything to live for any more. I still don't, not now."
"Then I'll take the blame, I guess," he says, his voice thick with blood. "It's all my fault. I killed my baby, and now I suffer." Forever. Ronin tries to sit up, not to fight back but so Remi can really get his weight behind his hits.
"I was at the festival. I saw. You were both dead - or I thought so... I thought I didn't have anything to live for any more. I still don't, not now."
the dark star
