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"Honestly, you don't have to remind me Remi. You've been going on and on about it since you got home. How could I forget?" Ronin grinned, letting his fingers move gently through wet hair that was now blood and tangle free. His gaze kept trying to meet a sea-glass green stare, but of course there was nothing there for him now. The hunter sighed internally, giving a shrug that he forgot Remi wouldn't be able to see. "In truth I'm remembering less and less about Loren as time goes on." Mostly because he was crippled by guilt for never so much as arranging for someone to try and find him, but... what was done was done. Still, the unexpectedly sunny smile from Remi warmed the ex-captain through, Ronin shutting off the water and grabbing a towel that he pressed into Remi's hands so he could dry himself off. He hummed a note of approval. "Squeaky clean," he agreed. "And I'll admit, you're right. It isn't a very catchy title - I suppose just Ronin will have to do. It's late, come on. Let's see how well you handle stairs." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.