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REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun Swallowing down the strange ball of grief that was suddenly tinged with amusement, Remi laughed. "Alright. First rule: no one dies." He said naively, yet there was a strange confidence in his voice as if this was truly something they could vow. "I think those were the kind of friends he liked best." Remi hummed with a thoughtful sort of sadness. After all, looking at the roster, it seemed true. There was Loren, who had left them both. Remi, who always needed Ronin more than Ronin ever needed him, and Ashe who always seemed to exist somewhere on the cusp of who everyone thought she was, and who she actually was. With a snort, the alchemist shrugged. "Be that as it may, I have never been particularly neat or tidy." Biting the inside of his lip to keep it from trembling too much, Remi nodded immediately. "Of course. She is your family too." He said gently, gesturing for Ashe to follow him over. Leaning down, he whispered a sing-song greeting over the bassinet that had the wind-chimes Vai had made dancing overtop. In Aoife's lap she had two stars to represent Vanya and Ronin, and a dragon as well. Speaking of, now that they were in the greatroom, two pale and frosty eyes suddenly appeared from the depths of a 'cave'. Well cave was an overstatement. It was really just a conglomeration of all the things Sugar had created to make herself a den: broken chairs, blankets, pots and pans. Content with Ashe's presence, Sugar gave a snort of greeting and then snuggled back into the dark. When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you