bleed it dry, leave us here with nothing
The unspoken thoughts lay stagnant in the air between them, Ronin letting his fingers twine with Remi’s so he could give his hand a reassuring squeeze. Not that he seemed able to reassure him, or to help lift some of the weight from his shoulders. Still, he at least had an answer for his hypothetical question. “Yes,” he said. “That’s exactly what you say. If you weren’t there, they’d find a way to do it - whatever it is they needed you for. You aren’t some tool that exists to serve them. You’re a person, with problems and fears and plans.”
Maybe it was because Ronin had so recently plucked up the courage to give up a responsibility that had been handed to him that he was so readily able to say such things. As for Remi being selfish, he could only adjust Aoife against his chest, smiling fondly. “The next person who calls you selfish, point them out to me. I’d like to have a few words with them.” Words, knuckles, same difference.
Maybe it was because Ronin had so recently plucked up the courage to give up a responsibility that had been handed to him that he was so readily able to say such things. As for Remi being selfish, he could only adjust Aoife against his chest, smiling fondly. “The next person who calls you selfish, point them out to me. I’d like to have a few words with them.” Words, knuckles, same difference.
