If you tasted poison

And if the sky grows heavy
Wrap your arms around me tight

It feels as though the Cordillera softens against him, inviting him to slip seamlessly into it. To become the mulch and rock and crag that make up this place. Remi would be good at that, you know? To be a hard and rocky bit of nothing that hardly anyone is even aware of.

The twilit-sky pulses with light from the constellations above, but from behind Remi's closed eyelids, he isn't aware of it. The small puff of health that the brooch imparts back into his body emphasizes the pain, and for the first time since he'd touched the Core, Remi cries out. It takes every ounce of love that he has and will ever have for Ronin that he doesn't let himself collapse into the bleakness that waits with a soft smile and open fingers.

But if Ronin came with him..if they were together, then...would it be so bad?

thnk y- Remi mumbles silently as he tries to open his eyes. Blood or something worse has all but glued his eyelashes together and the amount of mental energy it takes to navigate through his agony to focus on his eyes has him panting.

d...did we..... He tries, suddenly wondering what words were and how to use hem. is...it...ov..r?

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)