i'm on my knees here

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

Remi raises a brow at that, looking thoughtful for perhaps the first time in the last 24 hours. It isn't as though Ronin is really much good to Stormbreak, mortal as he is. Though there are certainly more dangers here than back in the stone city. Ruffling a hand with his curls and sitting down heavily at his husband's side, the alchemist leans his shoulder against the Star in wordless acceptance of all that's happened. His anger is burning out by degrees, baseless as it will be shown to be, but for now it's still too much of an obstacle to completely break down.

"At least we'd all be together for a little while." Remi says by way of agreement. Even so, he doesn't put himself to sleep right away. He doesn't look at Ronin either, but instead stares down at his clean hands, continuing to rub away bloodstains that aren't there.

"How is Sunjata?" He asks rather tonelessly, unsure if he wants to know the answer as it relates to him and what he's done, for the sake of Ronin's relationship with the Flood, or for what might come to pass between Lullaby and Governor. Or even himself and Nate. There were so many strings tied up in this, and Remi wasn't terribly sure he even understood just how bound he'd made himself.

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