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"Oh, have faith my friend. I will most certainly think of something else," Ronin assured Remi, all but beaming at the alchemist, only for his smile to falter ever so slightly at seeing him so suddenly... well. Deflated. "Are you alright?" he asked. "I know what happened isn't... well. It's not great, I won't lie. But we've gotten through worse, you know?" Zariah would almost definitely push things as far to the limit as possible, but... hell. Northaven had still been worse. Ronin nodded gently at hearing Remi was feeling well enough to at least stay conscious, but as he continued everything about the hunter seemed to become sharper. Ronin's breath caught in his throat, his hands slowly clenching as he glanced across to Remi. "She wouldn't let you stop?" he inquired gently. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving