everything has its wonders
Ronin's knuckles have grown white on the shirt he holds, and he has to resist ripping it in two as he looks up at the ceiling and presses his eyes closed. He has Remi sulking on the windowsill and Amalia sulking on the bed, and there's a lot of stuff he doesn't understand between the stuff that's being said. "That's a really shitty question to ask," he snaps at Amalia in the end, glancing over his shoulder to her and raking his fingers back through his hair.
"Obviously we're going to miss you. But I'm sorry Amalia - this isn't about you. You weren't here when we were first dropped in Torchline, you weren't here for the worst parts of our grief. This is a chance to go somewhere because we choose to, for the first time since we got married. Fuck, we didn't even get a honeymoon." Ronin balls up the shirt and stuffs it into the bag, shaking his head.
"Obviously we're going to miss you. But I'm sorry Amalia - this isn't about you. You weren't here when we were first dropped in Torchline, you weren't here for the worst parts of our grief. This is a chance to go somewhere because we choose to, for the first time since we got married. Fuck, we didn't even get a honeymoon." Ronin balls up the shirt and stuffs it into the bag, shaking his head.
even darkness and silence
