it's casting shadows and lies

i wish i could say that i am a light that never goes out

This is their dichotomy. This is all the ways in which their beautiful motif of light and dark, dearth and life, is hideous and polarizing. The ground is bathed in blood no matter Ronin's flowers, where Remi stands. This is his dream after all, and so it is that the alchemist remains covered in the Flood's blood. It's fitting. Dreams, the way Remi controls them, are no less real than anything else. And they still have consequences.

Remi snarls as Ronin passes, flinching as the Star covers Jata with a blanket as if his husband has done something wrong. With a glare that pierces through Ronin's blue eyes as if his stare is targeting something else, Remi merely flares his nostrils in response as he pulls in a long breath.

He watches as Ronin tries to coax life that hasn't been taken from Sunjata, feeling vindictive and cheated. Anger and jealousy broil brightly in his stomach as well, and though many of his emotions are misplaced, not all of them are. Riled by the scent of blood and the un-death he'd caused, the alchemist can do little else but stand sentinel for a moment, before his gaze sharpens.

"No." Remi says, at long last. He isn't satisfied. "Whoever did this is still out there."

There is the sound of wings, and then Remi is gone, leaving Ronin and Sunjata to sleep off what happened, together.

but I  f l i c k e r

from time to time

REMI

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