no grave can hold my body down
One can't hyperventilate in a dream, but Ronin can feel himself wanting to choke in a breath without quite managing it, and his fists clench and unclench as he tries to find purchase against something other than the truth spilling from Remi's lips. "Why would she--" He cuts himself off with a helpless shake of his head, and the skies above them fracture into crimson and back again, the Nova uncertain even of his own feelings.
"I just need to-- I can't--" Hitching in a breath that splinters through his chest, he pinches at the bridge of his nose and turns away, as if trying not to comprehend it. "All this time?" Whispered, the words fall from his lips even as he takes a couple of paces away and changes his mind again, fretful and unable to keep his focus in any one spot. In the distance, mountains slide and cascade away, and the ground beneath their feet yawns black and sticky.
"Remi, that's..." Brushing away the tears he only half notices have fallen, he glances to the Lullaby as if for help. That's cruel, his expression says. That's inhuman. "And I just believed it. I've believed it this whole time."
"I just need to-- I can't--" Hitching in a breath that splinters through his chest, he pinches at the bridge of his nose and turns away, as if trying not to comprehend it. "All this time?" Whispered, the words fall from his lips even as he takes a couple of paces away and changes his mind again, fretful and unable to keep his focus in any one spot. In the distance, mountains slide and cascade away, and the ground beneath their feet yawns black and sticky.
"Remi, that's..." Brushing away the tears he only half notices have fallen, he glances to the Lullaby as if for help. That's cruel, his expression says. That's inhuman. "And I just believed it. I've believed it this whole time."
