like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin hadn’t cared for his injuries until the water had melted through the numbness of his body, but he cared even less now as Remi’s hands found his shoulders. Back pressing against the cool tiles, breath stuttering in his chest, he clutched at his husband like he was a lifeline, a rope that he might grab to pull himself up out of this pit. ”I can’t—“ he choked out, head buried against Remi’s neck, his shoulders shaking with his sobs. I can’t get it out of my head, he said with his mind when his voice failed him. It just plays out, over and over again. As he spoke the images continued to flash through, a little less panicked this time; Remi broken and screaming in the ring of fire, the shadow of their daughter that had grown insidiously in Ronin’s mind, feeding his own madness. I missed you. I need you, he told him, even his mental voice seeming small.