I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin wants to step away, look away, but he will not let their little girl step alone into the dark. Part of him tries for a smile as Remi transmutes the cloth, but it’s a feeble thing that doesn’t last. All of him is hollowed out, it feels, and darkness has filled him all the way up. Well, darkness and the one, lingering thing he does have left. And the core of him that loves Remi is as dark and sharp as the rest now, but it burns no less hot.
The flames begin to catch and Ronin lets his bolt loose; it finds its way between the driftwood and ignites, setting the pyre ablaze from another angle with wild and celestial light. What is there to do now but watch? The future is on fire before them, the past in ruin behind, and there’s just Remi in this endless present, this madness of now.
”She loved you so much,” he finds himself mumbling, as though that will do anything.
The flames begin to catch and Ronin lets his bolt loose; it finds its way between the driftwood and ignites, setting the pyre ablaze from another angle with wild and celestial light. What is there to do now but watch? The future is on fire before them, the past in ruin behind, and there’s just Remi in this endless present, this madness of now.
”She loved you so much,” he finds himself mumbling, as though that will do anything.
the dark star
