[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

Remi's lip trembled as he held his breath, feeling as though breathing was somehow disrespectful to the memory Ronin was reciting. "There are not even words, Ronin.." He mumbled, clenching one of his hands against his side as he reached out the other to gently squeeze Ronin's shoulder. And it was true, there absolutely were not words to describe the depth of sorrow, or the heartache Remi felt tangentially just for hearing his friend speak of Vanya so. With trembling fingers, Remi struck a light and placed it near Vanya's feet. The dried paper lit instantly, and quickly the pyre was ablaze with light. Backing away, Remi gazed at it with a look of horror and reverence, unsure what any of it meant. Standing by Ronin, Remi reached an arm out around the captain's shoulders. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me