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Letting the Lullaby take his hands, Ronin grumbles a note of dissatisfaction and annoyance that in no way is a disagreement. "Fine, fine," he mutters, offering a small smile and giving Remi's hands a gentle squeeze. "If your repercussions start to get you hurt, though, I might have something to say about it." The rain begins to fall and Ronin squints into it; every drop seems to melt away the injuries that had previously littered his skin, leaving him in torn armour that seems to belong to another man than the one who sits here on his knees now. He feels empty of the storm that had filled him to the brim when he had come to see Remi, and to hear the alchemist prodding at it again is like rubbing sand into a burn. "The only thing I want right now," Ronin says softly, "is to go home to our son. The one we do have, who does exist, who has been spending far too much time being babysat by the florist." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving