long black night, morning frost

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

"The end, then." He agrees softly, because he can feel it. Her maternal pull is like a tide he's never known before, and though he won't put himself in the midst of it just now, even with his strength Remi is aware resisting her would be a feat of great fortitude.

Sinking down near the fireplace and watching the reunion unfold between mother and babes, Remi moves closer only once Hotaru beckons him. "I'm sorry that things are like this. That it all..." That it all happened this way. That it was still happening this way. Pulling in a breath and holding it, letting his mind focus on the heat warming his back instead of the thoughts floating around in his mind, Remi eventually exhales as he turns toward Hotaru.

"Are you and Deimos...?" He asks, unsure quite how to phrase the question. It isn't asked from a place of jealousy by any means, more of predatory concern for just what role the Sword might play in his life. In all their lives.

REMI