we live in a world someone else imagined
They are absolutely in the habit of being honest with each other, and despite the blunt nature of Remi's words, Ronin feels a warmth bloom in his chest to hear them. His expression softens as well - just as he's splashed with the water, he might add - and he raises a hand to try and shield his eyes from it. "I'm sorry, I don't mean for it to come across that way. Of course Mateo's safety is the most important. And if one of us isn't comfortable with something, then that needs to be taken seriously. I think I was caught up with... not having to deal with world-threatening drama, when I made the offer to Sunjata."
Remi swamps out of the river and Ronin slouches back to lay with him, a hand reaching out to snag gently at the alchemist's fingers, pressing them against his lips. "Mm... if they are connected, it reminds me of when those explosions happened in Northaven. It's that kind of coordination." He wrinkles his nose, releasing Remi's hand once more so he can collapse properly in the grass.
"There's a lot to be upset about, by the sound of it. Two medical clinics being targeted... even in war, that is unusual."
Remi swamps out of the river and Ronin slouches back to lay with him, a hand reaching out to snag gently at the alchemist's fingers, pressing them against his lips. "Mm... if they are connected, it reminds me of when those explosions happened in Northaven. It's that kind of coordination." He wrinkles his nose, releasing Remi's hand once more so he can collapse properly in the grass.
"There's a lot to be upset about, by the sound of it. Two medical clinics being targeted... even in war, that is unusual."
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