I will fight the end
Remi had the right of it, and the mention of the Launceleyn brought a quietly pensive expression to Ronin’s face, one which hid a lot of his anger and frustration with Loren. And it was with Loren - Remi’s life, their lives, would have been vastly different were it not for the former librarian’s decisions. ”Starting bar fights and skulking along the beach? Doesn’t sound anything like him.” He smirked humourlessly. They had all changed, in their time after Northaven. They walked the world as different men now.
His husband’s remark was leading, and Ronin turned his hand that he might thread his fingers with Remi’s, almost able to guess the question before it came out. ”Not entirely,” he said, because to lie would be to play Remi for a fool. ”Imagine you had died, and someone placed you up high into bliss. You were never sick, never tired, never cold. Imagine that you could watch the rest of your loved ones from up there.”
Now a frown flickered across his face. ”It is wrong to think I didn’t feel pain up there, watching things unfold as they did. Just watching, unable to help. I might not always be entirely glad, Remi... but I don’t ever regret it.” He leaned in to kiss the alchemist’s cheek.
His husband’s remark was leading, and Ronin turned his hand that he might thread his fingers with Remi’s, almost able to guess the question before it came out. ”Not entirely,” he said, because to lie would be to play Remi for a fool. ”Imagine you had died, and someone placed you up high into bliss. You were never sick, never tired, never cold. Imagine that you could watch the rest of your loved ones from up there.”
Now a frown flickered across his face. ”It is wrong to think I didn’t feel pain up there, watching things unfold as they did. Just watching, unable to help. I might not always be entirely glad, Remi... but I don’t ever regret it.” He leaned in to kiss the alchemist’s cheek.
'til the end is here
