I swear I still believe but I don't know
"I don't know," Ronin admitted - because he didn't in that moment. He didn't think Safrin the type to send him to do the impossible, but then... he hadn't expected Longnight in the Hollowed Grounds to look like this, either. Oblivious to anything more the Alchemist wanted to ask, Ronin slowly persuaded himself to relax a fraction; enough to work an arm around Remi in return, to hold him fierce and close against him.
"How do you live with remembering all of that?" he asked, shaking his head gently. Of course, he knew the answer; you simply learned to accommodate it. Ronin had done the same thing when Vanya had died, when he had been alone but for Aoife in a dark and cold guildhall, wondering if they would live to see the dawn. "I'm sorry, Remi. I'm so sorry."
"How do you live with remembering all of that?" he asked, shaking his head gently. Of course, he knew the answer; you simply learned to accommodate it. Ronin had done the same thing when Vanya had died, when he had been alone but for Aoife in a dark and cold guildhall, wondering if they would live to see the dawn. "I'm sorry, Remi. I'm so sorry."
the dark star
