the baffled king composing hallelujah
Remi's questions were the ones of a man taking everything literally and seriously, and Ronin felt the tense feeling in his stomach flop around at that realisation. What had occurred between he and Safrin was something that had happened to him, as far as he was concerned, not something he had done, and so this was a rather difficult and unpleasant situation to be in. "She certainly seems to think so," he muttered, ruffling a hand through his hair; the tattooed shackles on his wrists said as much.
"Do I love her? She's a goddess who put me in the sky as a star, and then pulled me back down again so I could live my life and find you. Obviously I love her," he said with a simple shrug. "Above all others, though? I don't know if I'm that pious to claim that. Would you be asking me such a thing if I had told you I love our daughter above all others?"
"Do I love her? She's a goddess who put me in the sky as a star, and then pulled me back down again so I could live my life and find you. Obviously I love her," he said with a simple shrug. "Above all others, though? I don't know if I'm that pious to claim that. Would you be asking me such a thing if I had told you I love our daughter above all others?"
