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please just don't forget me "Let me. Please," Ronin said, his voice softening as he watched Remi struggle with the bandages. Reaching forward, he carefully helped to secure the ice and the dressing in place, hands echoing the movement as though he had performed it dozens of times. He neatly tied it off, then reached up to scritch Sugar under the chin where she had remained comfortably on Remi's shoulder. A jail. Perfect. Ronin's expression only darkened further. "She'll put you there, if you put a foot wrong," he warned softly, reaching out to carefully clasp the alchemist's shoulders. "And me as well, before too long." That, he felt, was almost a guarantee.