oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"And you are one of mine. The very top of my list." Remi replies instantly. "I cannot say I would have died tonight, either. I am stronger than all of them." Even now, weak and exhausted, he was still stronger than Noah, Neron, and Kiada. But that wasn't the point, and disappointed and annoyed with himself, Remi sighs miserably. "I am not built like you, Ronin. You literally shine. Yours is a goddess of life. She has wanted you so long that I am quite sure that there is nothing she would not do to have you all to herself. You can heal and dazzle." Eyes shiny with love and the truth of the dichotomy between them, Remi smiles with painful affection at the Huntsman.
"Where you shine, I fade into shadow. I can create ghosts, can paralyze, and stop hearts. I am made for death, Ronin." And he certainly wasn't adored by his herald.
What all of that mattered Remi wasn't sure, but he felt it needed saying if only to impress that being stopped felt as far removed from what he'd been moulded into, as asking Ronin to stop shining.
Swallowing hard, his throat painfully tight and his stomach growing nauseous at the taste of his own blood, Remi nods reluctantly and holds out his good hand for Ronin to take. "Sleep, then."
"Where you shine, I fade into shadow. I can create ghosts, can paralyze, and stop hearts. I am made for death, Ronin." And he certainly wasn't adored by his herald.
What all of that mattered Remi wasn't sure, but he felt it needed saying if only to impress that being stopped felt as far removed from what he'd been moulded into, as asking Ronin to stop shining.
Swallowing hard, his throat painfully tight and his stomach growing nauseous at the taste of his own blood, Remi nods reluctantly and holds out his good hand for Ronin to take. "Sleep, then."
The Lullaby
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.
