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"And here I thought she was a clever woman." Remi chimed back with a cheeky grin, the alcohol loosening his tongue considerably. But then, Ronin was certainly manly and brave, so he doubt his jab would actually hold much water with the hunter. Perhaps it was the news that both he and Ronin now shared a common lover or simply the alcohol, but Remi found himself startled by the shocking blue of Ronin's gaze and found it hard to think. "Why...?" He asked, the vowel-sound trailing on longer than it should have as if Remi meant to finish the question and then decided against it. "I do not know. I would say it is a weird feeling, but ... it feels like nothing. I remember it all but it doesn't..." Remi lifted a hand and then dropped it to the table, unsure what feeling he thought he was going to represent. "I used to feel things just at the thought of him. Now...now his face is just like that chair over there. It is but it doesn't do anything for me." R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space