kidnap me from my reality & crushed pieces of my soul
Giving his head a little shake, the Bastion smiled. "My role is to protect now. I can do it quite easily in person, but..." He shrugged, still smiling. "It makes more sense for you to have it." Not only because her intrepid spirit seemed to find her in places of danger more often than not, but because the Bastion had never been greedy when it came to wanting to provide for those he cared about.
"Mmm, she was." Zariah's name had Remi tensing considerably as if the long-dead Launceleyn might still hold some sway over him, even now. "The Launceleyns embodied what it was to be from Northaven. Their whole family were blue-bloods, er, high up in society. What they say went in most instances. No doubt Zariah thought what she was doing was the best for the Grounds, and for Halo back in the day, but certainly the way of ruling with an iron fist was exactly what it was like back home."
Pausing, Remi didn't understand Maea's question fully at first, and it took him a rather comically long moment to piece it together. "To fight...the ruling class? Gods, no." He said with a shake of his head. "I lived in a one-room home. Crime was rampant, food was in short supply. I sold my bed just to afford the things I wanted. Standing up against even the Ronin's of the world who lived in large apartments, much less those in palaces?" There was just no way.
"With The Family...I think until we know if they have any weaknesses at all, there is little to be done. Ronin will not let me go back to the island, but.." With a crooked smile that didn't entirely reach his eyes, Remi sighed. "I think it is probably the only way."
"Mmm, she was." Zariah's name had Remi tensing considerably as if the long-dead Launceleyn might still hold some sway over him, even now. "The Launceleyns embodied what it was to be from Northaven. Their whole family were blue-bloods, er, high up in society. What they say went in most instances. No doubt Zariah thought what she was doing was the best for the Grounds, and for Halo back in the day, but certainly the way of ruling with an iron fist was exactly what it was like back home."
Pausing, Remi didn't understand Maea's question fully at first, and it took him a rather comically long moment to piece it together. "To fight...the ruling class? Gods, no." He said with a shake of his head. "I lived in a one-room home. Crime was rampant, food was in short supply. I sold my bed just to afford the things I wanted. Standing up against even the Ronin's of the world who lived in large apartments, much less those in palaces?" There was just no way.
"With The Family...I think until we know if they have any weaknesses at all, there is little to be done. Ronin will not let me go back to the island, but.." With a crooked smile that didn't entirely reach his eyes, Remi sighed. "I think it is probably the only way."
colour me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
REMI
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.
