I might’ve let them lay

i wish I could say I am a light that never goes out.
but i flicker from time to time

Remi shrugs in the wake of that; shoulds hold little sway over his life, such as it is. She is with Mort, at least. I do know that. He murmurs, partially turning his gaze back toward the stone and the flowers thereupon before her words freeze his hand in place.

For a moment there's a blur of something dark, like a ravenous cavern, before the bond between them is as severed as it can be. Blocking every bit of himself from her, Remi turns toward her, his eyes narrowed and his lips in a thin line. "Excuse me?" He asks in a whispered tone, his accent almost entirely falling away as it's replaced by a cold and lingering danger. Feathers crawl up the back of his neck as he stands, peering down at the tiger. Somewhere far away, Ronin will feel the heartbeat ring he wears stutter and then pulse.