the things we hold are always the first to go
Meeting Remi's gaze, the unless receives a raised eyebrow, at least until the other man explains his idea. Ronin lets out a breath he doesn't realise he's been holding, nodding a little and slouching back into the chair, as if the effort of holding his head up has suddenly become too much. "Yeah, I could... I mean... I know we need to come up with a new sort of ship, one that can scale the mountains and tolerate Halo's conditions. I don't know if that's something that can be done without a god's help, though..."
Closing his eyes, his fingers gently twist through Remi's hair. "We could make a start on the port side of things, though, in the Citadel," he says. "You're right, though. About the nothing routine, about it being easier for us and not him, and I... I think we should support him in doing what he wants to do. If that's not in the Collegium any more, then that's fine. If it's not in Stormbreak any more, we'll make it work."
Closing his eyes, his fingers gently twist through Remi's hair. "We could make a start on the port side of things, though, in the Citadel," he says. "You're right, though. About the nothing routine, about it being easier for us and not him, and I... I think we should support him in doing what he wants to do. If that's not in the Collegium any more, then that's fine. If it's not in Stormbreak any more, we'll make it work."
