Remy's dead, but that don't mean I'm ready to accept it. We all grieve in our own way. You sure pulled the short straw in the adopted sister department, didn't ya? Got the gal who goes bonkers over losin' a boy.
“Why would I ever trust the word of an Oathbreaker?”
“It’s unwise to trust a bloody Sharran”
To:
“Why hello, Lover, that sounded more debonaire in my head, I admit”
“I am yours, my Heart”
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Aaaand I’m finally in Act 3 (fucking finally) with my Oathbreaker Paladin Durge run. I can only wish I’m talented enough of a writer to write a fic for these two I swear-