[SE] i'll make you wanna think twice

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

No, Jack, Remi hadn't been thinking of that and it's probably best for everyone if he remains ignorant of the specifics. It's bad enough for him to have to contemplate Hadama saying that she had lots of admirerers, much less letting himself think of her as a woman rather than just his little girl.

Saying nothing as the captain skirted around his question, it was far easier for Remi to resist the urge to fidget if only because he knew should his hands get anywhere near the wirey man before him, he was as likely to bend him into a pretzel as hold his tongue. It didn't help that on the beach with the void creature that two of Jack's 'attacks' had ended up sending flares of pain through the Bastion, nor that Remi had done his own fair share of shady business dealings with the captain during his tenure as governor. What really had the Bastion in knots was that for all the years he'd known Jack, never once had he seen him content to do anything other than fuck his way through the Halenani, or fuck Raza from time to time.

"What," Remi repeats in a low voice, taking a step forward, "—is it you think you're doing with my daughter?"