long black night, morning frost

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

Glancing at Hotaru, the alchemist tries to see the truth in her words. Just now, settled softly with their children and bathed in the light of the fire, it's hard for him to imagine the ways in which they are the same that go above what's merely cursory and surface level. But then, didn't he think she was often reckless? That she put others in danger? That she acted on impulse and emotion? Weren't those all charges quite often levelled in his direction? And didn't he, like her, offer reasons that he cared not one bit about whether they were accepted by others? Smiling softly and shaking his head ruefully, Remi raises a conciliatory brow as his gaze sweeps over her fire-warmed cheeks. "I suppose that is true. You have one green eye, which makes you more like me than most." He replies with a boyish smirk.

Trying not to tense as she leans across to press her lips against his skin, the weight of her emotions slides over him. Like a blanket weighted by mountains by covered in a layer of silk, he takes in her adoration, her fervent love for Deimos, her dedication to their twins, and even the strange affection she holds for him, tangled as he is now in her life. What she says next has him turning, brows edging together in an expression of curiosity rather than anger. "You plan to stay here, then?" He wonders softly. Remi had thought that perhaps she would go and stay with Deimos and Noah in the Wilds, wherever they were staying, Or that she even might try and find safety back in Halo.

REMI