But my words, like silent raindrops fell

Remi There’s only two mistakes that I have made: Running from the people who could love me best, & trying to fix a world that I can’t change It just happened. The phrase of the guilty and the hopeless. It described everything perfectly, and meant nothing. It just happened. Ronin against him was like the first real contact he felt like he'd had in years. It was without expectation, without any sort of standard, or need to worry over his every movement, or meaning. Remi would never hold anything that Sam had needed or wanted against him ... but it was exhausting always being the one who had to be more. The one to comfort, the one to see the bigger picture. The one to stand and try after being slapped and screamed at. At least with Ronin, they were equals in some hard to specify way. "Loren." Remi barked with a bitter laugh. "Same goes for me. Nipple-maker or blanket creator, or whatever else these hands can do that I have not thought of yet." Oh, like make a stone that might have saved Vanya? Something dark in him sneered.