if you need to, darling, lean your weight to me
"I mean...if it isn't as bad as we think, then what's all of this even for?" Gesturing broadly around, what Remi means is all the work they've put in safeguarding Torchline, all the meetings with demigods and leaders, all the prep work, the panic, the concern. If becoming infected wasn't a big deal, and fighting off the void flora and fauna wasn't a big deal, then...well, what was?
Rubbing the heel of one hand against his eye and pressing hard enough to start seeing stars, Remi sighs. "I think I'm just worried about Isla. I mean if he's..." Abruptly the Bastion stops and turns. "You don't think she is, do you?" Gods, if nothing else it would explain the attraction between the two of them if they were both infected, in Remi's mind, anyway.
"Well...don't." Remi grumbles, sinking back against the Knight. "I hate it."
Rubbing the heel of one hand against his eye and pressing hard enough to start seeing stars, Remi sighs. "I think I'm just worried about Isla. I mean if he's..." Abruptly the Bastion stops and turns. "You don't think she is, do you?" Gods, if nothing else it would explain the attraction between the two of them if they were both infected, in Remi's mind, anyway.
"Well...don't." Remi grumbles, sinking back against the Knight. "I hate it."
we'll float away
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.
