hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Remi might be intimidating, but that didn't necessarily mean he knew how to be intimidating the way he once did. Even with his demigod strength and countless scars on display given the warm weather necessitating shirts without sleeves and shorts, he'd forgotten the ways he used to posture and position himself to appear more hostile, more threatening. The subtle partial shifting, the talons that replaced his fingernails, the wings that itched from his back in order to take up more space. Those muscles he'd learned to let atrophy over the years, and though he was undeniably a better man for it, as he pressed a kiss to his daughter's forehead and mumbled an apology under his breath, Remi silently wondered if Ronin hadn't made the wrong choice in sending the Bastion to speak with Jack.
No doubt Jack would sense the oncoming storm that was Remi Taliesin before the Bastion reached for the handle to the supply room, not that Remi was looking for the element of surprise. His choice to enter the room without knocking had less to do with getting the jump on the captain and more to do with having watched the door since he'd seen the pair come out of it earlier and the captain slip back inside some time later. Since he hadn't seen Jack leave—unless there was some secret exit (and honestly, that was a real possibility)—Remi assumed he'd find the captain inside.
No doubt Jack would sense the oncoming storm that was Remi Taliesin before the Bastion reached for the handle to the supply room, not that Remi was looking for the element of surprise. His choice to enter the room without knocking had less to do with getting the jump on the captain and more to do with having watched the door since he'd seen the pair come out of it earlier and the captain slip back inside some time later. Since he hadn't seen Jack leave—unless there was some secret exit (and honestly, that was a real possibility)—Remi assumed he'd find the captain inside.
