the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin let an arm move around Remi as he leant against him, the hunter nuzzling his cheek against the alchemist’s crown of curls. He said nothing regarding the other man’s feelings about what he had done - or indeed, the lack thereof; there was no rule about what one could and could not feel about a task like that. ”I suppose they are different,” he said slowly. ”Sort of, anyway. I realised I was dying or dead, but it was nice not to hurt,” he murmured.
It was a difficult thing and Ronin didn’t truly believe there was an answer for Remi that would give him closure. ”If it appears again and asks you to do such a thing, and you accept... perhaps take a different route? Spare them the lie?” It was all he could offer. ”I don’t know what this makes you either, Remi, but a thoughtless killer you most certainly are not. We would not be having this conversation if that were true.”
It was a difficult thing and Ronin didn’t truly believe there was an answer for Remi that would give him closure. ”If it appears again and asks you to do such a thing, and you accept... perhaps take a different route? Spare them the lie?” It was all he could offer. ”I don’t know what this makes you either, Remi, but a thoughtless killer you most certainly are not. We would not be having this conversation if that were true.”
