like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”But I...” It was frustrating, not being able to put it into words, and Ronin forced himself to stop thinking about it, already able to sense the dull thud of a headache behind his eyes. The feel of water on his body, the heat and the drum of it, like rain, filled all the spaces in his mind that were screaming. And he let it, obediently turning away as Remi moved him around, pressing his eyes shut. The physical sensation was a balm on the jagged edges of his psyche, a distraction away from the horror that kept replaying itself over and over again in his thoughts. And suddenly it was real - they were Remi’s hands, they were standing in the shower they had shared so many times, Ronin was home and it all smelled familiar, felt familiar. ”I saw her,” he whispered. ”She wouldn’t let me leave. She killed innocents When I left.”