A line in the sand [reprise]

REMI "Hanging on your what?" Remi interrupted, as if distracted. "Ah! Words. Yes of course." With a bit of a stifled groan, Remi ihad to conceed the point that yes, Ronin was all out for all to see. "Lucky for us both that the beach is empty. I do not know what Bellamy or worse Koel might say to catch you here like this." Once upon a time perhaps that list would have included Loren, but for now all memories of the librarian were gone. And this time, they probably wouldn't be coming back. Just like the librarian. Remi sighed disappointedly, and not just because Ronin was clothed. The blood and the clear evidence of his wounds brought that hallowed afternoon back into startling clarity, and Remi itched at the skin just over his heart as if the painful cramp inside was actually a muscle he could soothe and relax. "She will never be mine. But I will love her as if she was." Remi replied sadly, looking up at the stars. With a snort and an easy grin, Remi looked towards Ronin giving him a sharp look and a nudge. "Oh good. Thanks for reminding me. I suppose it will give me something to do now that you're...well." His eyes dropped slightly to one of the wounds which had proven fatal, his gaze softening slightly. "..you know. Up in the stars and all that."