we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"It's the worst when it's one of those things," Ronin murmurs, furrowing his brow. He can't profess to understand even a small amount of what goes on between the Spyglass and his husband, but at the same time... "I didn't want to say it while we were there, but you really do look alike," he admits, not sure whether he likes that confession or not. "I think that's enough to make it weird all by itself." So maybe it's best if Remi does leave it alone.
"Well," he says of the relic, "if it's meant to be some ridiculously powerful bullshit, I suppose anything that normally makes sense can just be disregarded. And besides, you're right - it's the Order's problem now." He also means Cian, despite being a part of that very same Order. "Gods, I love you." The declaration comes riding out on a sigh, Ronin blinking his eyes open. "So what's it going to be? Sleep off your itchy bones, or try to work that energy out?"
"Well," he says of the relic, "if it's meant to be some ridiculously powerful bullshit, I suppose anything that normally makes sense can just be disregarded. And besides, you're right - it's the Order's problem now." He also means Cian, despite being a part of that very same Order. "Gods, I love you." The declaration comes riding out on a sigh, Ronin blinking his eyes open. "So what's it going to be? Sleep off your itchy bones, or try to work that energy out?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
