maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Clenching his teeth together hard enough to make the muscles of his jaw feather, Remi breathes in deeply as if he might some find patience in the sweet but chilly air. "Because otherwise...I have nothing left." He says softly. "She died so suddenly...in my arms, and then Safrin...she plucked Ronin and I up and placed us in Torchline. Everything of hers was gone."
Letting his eyes drift, Remi regards the treetops for a moment, imagining Aoife's hands gripping the bark as she swung from bough to bough. "But having a place for it...it let me leave me grief. If I hadn't...I would have carried her around with me." Which he had done, for seasons and seasons in Torchline. He'd started barfights, had drunk too much, had gotten into fights with Ronin and made horrible errors of judgement. He'd pushed people away, some of whom never came back.
"My grief is buried with her. That is why I need it."
Letting his eyes drift, Remi regards the treetops for a moment, imagining Aoife's hands gripping the bark as she swung from bough to bough. "But having a place for it...it let me leave me grief. If I hadn't...I would have carried her around with me." Which he had done, for seasons and seasons in Torchline. He'd started barfights, had drunk too much, had gotten into fights with Ronin and made horrible errors of judgement. He'd pushed people away, some of whom never came back.
"My grief is buried with her. That is why I need it."
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
