and on to the glory at my right hand
"Yes, I believe that was his name," Ronin says softly as Darkeye's name hits the air, the Huntsman giving Remi's hand a gentle tug so he might loop his arm around him instead. "I knew a man once, who was incredibly naive. He's not that way any more, but he's still got the sweetest smile," he remarks, leaning in to kiss the corner of the alchemist's mouth, like he can coax out said smile.
"Sneaking into the Grounds? When did you become such a spy?" Ronin wonders, pressing another kiss against Remi's kiss before drawing back, leading them through to where Nate's body lays prone. Ronin doesn't look at it directly, lest he remember the man Nate used to be - the men they all used to be.
"It's worse," he says of Wessex. "Because she's still acting on her own. Isla wouldn't give up the Knowtbook - she offered one of her own upgrades instead."
"Sneaking into the Grounds? When did you become such a spy?" Ronin wonders, pressing another kiss against Remi's kiss before drawing back, leading them through to where Nate's body lays prone. Ronin doesn't look at it directly, lest he remember the man Nate used to be - the men they all used to be.
"It's worse," he says of Wessex. "Because she's still acting on her own. Isla wouldn't give up the Knowtbook - she offered one of her own upgrades instead."
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