know it all

Remi's words cut, even if the intention isn't to cause pain, and the wounds that cover Ronin's body seem all the fresher for it. But he doesn't lie, merely holding him a little tighter as the clifftop and the sea and the storms melt away. The world turns warm and dark, the sky a galactic sprawl of colour and stars beneath which nestles a small house awash in a field of long grasses. Children's laughter fills the air, and there's a lightness to it all, carefree in a way that their lives simply never will be. The children don't have names or even faces, but their presence is all around - a large family to fill every moment with laughter and benevolent chaos, every day a reminder of what it's all for. And gods, it had been within arm's reach. And not one bit of it had been real. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving