it's a long way home

It was the blight talking - and worse still, it knew to lash out at the things that Ronin cared for most. That unfortunately happened to be Remi a lot of the time, and now was no different. He had just slunk into the kitchen himself when the alchemist approached, and something about his gentleness, his good humour, his trying grated on the hunter where before, at any other moment, it would have been exactly what Ronin needed. His hand snapped out to smack the glass of water out of his husband's hand, where it shattered against the wall. "I'm not thirsty, I'm dying!" he snapped, reaching down to seize one of the jagged pieces of glass. "I don't want water, or food, or flying, or sleep - I want this--" and here he dragged the glass along his arm, where pure black welled and spilled out "--out of me!" Breathing heavily, his arm still bleeding enough to coat his arm in darkness, Ronin levelled a glare that was almost accusatory at Remi. "Can you do that? Can you take this blight out of me? Because nothing any of you is doing is working. Nothing." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.