LUDO
It is a position of privilege and ego, to believe that after a brush with sudden and permanent death (as a result of one's own idiocy, no less), that the remedy to the situation will come as a request."Remi." Ludo's voice is cool and uncharacteristically stony, older than the body that houses it, and although it is the dark haired youth that appears before the demigod, the fury that swells within it is necessarily godlike.
Of course, it is angry only because it cares. It is angry because something had almost been taken from it, after so much work, so much patience, so many gifts. "You fall short in many ways," it says, "but I have never doubted your intelligence before."
Lifting its chin, the youth examines the Lullaby with eyes blacker than a starless night. "Say it, then."
