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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I understand," Ronin said, not really needing Remi to explain more than that. He had all but holed himself up in the dark after Vanya's death, he knew the feeling well. Still, as the alchemist stepped back to dramatically fling down all of the curtains (Aoife squealed with delight), he couldn't drop the grin from blossoming across his face, turning this way and that to nod approvingly at the sight of the guildhall looking a little more like how he had remembered it. "Remi," he said slowly, already moving towards the kitchen and glancing over his shoulder to the other man, as if wanting to get it settled before they committed to the day's tasks. "...Once this place is sorted - upstairs and down, I mean... will you still live here, please?"