the baffled king composing hallelujah
Remi stepped out of his embrace and Ronin instantly felt a pang of guilt and regret low in his belly. He winced, reaching out if Remi would allow so he could catch hold of the other man's hand, squeezing it gently. "I don't think you are naive, or reckless, or trying to be the hero. I'm the one who should be sorry, Remi. You asked for my help, and to be truthful I don't even think I know how to do the things you need anymore."
But that didn't mean that they couldn't try. "You're a very skilled man, Remi Abruzzo," he murmured, the alchemist's name much more familiar on his tongue now than it ever had been. "And Zariah knows it. She probably knows, too, that you are not a violent man. But you can say no to her without being violent."
But that didn't mean that they couldn't try. "You're a very skilled man, Remi Abruzzo," he murmured, the alchemist's name much more familiar on his tongue now than it ever had been. "And Zariah knows it. She probably knows, too, that you are not a violent man. But you can say no to her without being violent."
