void

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

From insults and words they'd never be able to take back, to what now felt like small talk, simply felt par for the course. For them, for fate, for fucking all of it.

Remi doesn't apologize, nor does he even think to. He merely grunts and nods his acknowledgment, before puffing out an unhappy burst of air. "Fuck you." He murmurs, though there's no more anger in it, and not just because Ronin is right. Remi might be changed in fundamental ways now, but anger is still exhausting. "Then again I suppose it isn't you. It's them. The gods. Safrin. Whoever the hell keeps toying with our lives."

He looks down the coastline, half expecting to see the Siren's Call or the Master Chief somewhere. He looks and sees people milling about as the sun sinks nearly below the horizon, sees carts packing up for the day. He looks and sees everything but Aoife. "Ludo, maybe. On a beach again, half naked, with you?" The alchemist raises a brow. It is the sort of sick humour he's come to expect from the ragged god.