REMI
Raising his eyes as she began to speak, he thought he remembered a conversation once about her grandmother, or her mother even, spoken in loving tones. Perhaps he was wrong though; gods it was all so long ago now. "I have heard that." He agrees softly. He'd been there when Ronin had died, when he'd killed Isla. Both had reported what a non-event it had been, all things considered.
Her question has him barking out a laugh that has lines of pain banishing the boyish look of grief and replacing it with one of mere pain. "No, never. I show up to the Festival of Lights with my lanterns each year—" His growing collection of lanterns. "—hoping for just that. My son...he died during the war and I begged until Mort let us all see him one more time. Closure for our family as much as for him." Clearing his throat, the Lullaby shakes his head softly. "As a predator I know what fear does to the body at the end." How it sours and toughens the meat. "I can only imagine what it does to the mind and soul, which is why I..." Looking back toward the window, the Lullaby swallows and stiffens against the bite of tears that claw at the back of his eyes.
"..but no. I could never find fault in someone giving up a happy lie for the pain of seeing those they loved one more time."
Her question has him barking out a laugh that has lines of pain banishing the boyish look of grief and replacing it with one of mere pain. "No, never. I show up to the Festival of Lights with my lanterns each year—" His growing collection of lanterns. "—hoping for just that. My son...he died during the war and I begged until Mort let us all see him one more time. Closure for our family as much as for him." Clearing his throat, the Lullaby shakes his head softly. "As a predator I know what fear does to the body at the end." How it sours and toughens the meat. "I can only imagine what it does to the mind and soul, which is why I..." Looking back toward the window, the Lullaby swallows and stiffens against the bite of tears that claw at the back of his eyes.
"..but no. I could never find fault in someone giving up a happy lie for the pain of seeing those they loved one more time."
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
