the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin pulled a knee up to his chest as Remi sat with him and explained, the Dark Star nibbling at his lower lip and gazing off into the foliage and the beach. It was written all over his face, the way he tried to make sense of it. They had killed a man - he had, truth be told - and it had been for the right reasons then. Even now, Ronin would have made that same choice. Was this the same, for Remi? Had he killed for the right reasons - and what would that do to the man inside, the weight of those deaths? Killing Skyler had changed Ronin in fundamental ways... and Remi had five times that weight already on his shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he wanted to know. That was it - that was all he cared about, and his eyes reflected that as he gazed down at his husband. "...I would rather die thinking I was safe." He frowned, considering his words. "That's what... I mean... when I did die, Safrin stopped me from feeling any of it. From what happened to me, I imagine it would have been a very unpleasant way to go." He shrugged his shoulders. "It was better, leaving without fear or panic or pain. You gave that to those sailors, right?"
"Are you okay?" he wanted to know. That was it - that was all he cared about, and his eyes reflected that as he gazed down at his husband. "...I would rather die thinking I was safe." He frowned, considering his words. "That's what... I mean... when I did die, Safrin stopped me from feeling any of it. From what happened to me, I imagine it would have been a very unpleasant way to go." He shrugged his shoulders. "It was better, leaving without fear or panic or pain. You gave that to those sailors, right?"
