this madness of now

Ronin nodded quietly, glad for the clarification, and wincing only very slightly as Remi shifted to lay down with him. He wrinkled his nose at the life the alchemist painted, at the constant reminders, the mental torture. "No," he agreed. "I don't want that either. Forgetting her is impossible, but worshipping her death is madness." His expression darkened slightly as his husband spoke about his dream - not with trepidation or judgement, but understanding. "At least it was only a dream," he murmured. "I don't know what happened to the Temple. People tried to stop me - Jigano, Amalia, Sam. I'm sure the building came down, and I don't know if they're alive or not." And I don't care, part of him wanted to whisper, but the chaos was not so potent today as it had been. Fumbling, Ronin reached for Remi's hand. "This is us now. Whatever we want to make of it. As long as we decide together, I'll walk whatever path we make for ourselves." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.