cinders and smoke

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Interpreting the question a different way, the alchemist ran a distracted hand through his curls. "I saw Ludo." He replied as if that explained everything. Raising a brow at this, Remi considered asking who was there. Those with creation and earth magic could have had the Temple reconstructed with ease. If Ronin had been there as a sort of penance, who else had joined him, and why? Quickly though he realized he didn't care at all, and merely nodded at his husband's brief explanation. Small shells were strewn (or placed intentionally?) around the hole. Looking at it now, Remi realized that's precisely what it looked like: a hole. It wasn't a grave at all. Pressing at the space between his eyes, the alchemist shook his head as if he didn't know. "A grave." He said after a moment, opening his eyes to regard Ronin with a haunted stare. "It was meant to be a grave." Then, as if realizing something, Remi reached a hand forward, palm up and fingers seeking out Ronin's. "I didn't know it wasn't enough for you. What we did. I didn't know you would want a different way to remember her. To honour her."