keep you like a vendetta

right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up

It is the sound of Mateo's cries, and likely those alone, which still Remi's arms and save the tree from his wrath. With the blood pounding in his ears and all the words he might have said against Vi and Mort screaming through his mind, it takes a moment or so for him to properly hear Ianto. Once he does, the alchemist turns his head marginally looking over his shoulder. There are flecks of blood on his cheek and a faraway look in his pale stare. For a moment he does nothing but glare over his shoulder, before turning his body and letting his fingers fall down to his sides.

With hands bloody and raw, his torso covered with dirt, bits of bark, and red smears, the only bits of Remi left cleansed at this point are the tear-tracks which have stolen down his cheeks leaving them painfully clear.

"Ronin is gone." Remi replies in a hollow voice, his eyes not meeting the fox's, but hovering somewhere around his chest. "The...Mort and Vi...they.." Swaying slightly on his feet before leaning back and striking the trunk of the tree hard, Remi sinks down, tearing out a handful of feathers from his back against the bark as he does so. "..He's in Stormbreak. And I'm...to remain here."

The Lullaby