He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi nods, slow and heavy, his gaze fixed on a patch of sunlit moss as Maea speaks. "That’s about what it comes down to," he murmurs. "Safety or freedom." His thumb scrapes absently across his opposite forearm, like he’s trying to brush off the weight of the choice. "And as much as it knots something in my chest, I am proud of Flora for that. She gave people a place where they are safe. Where the Family and the void can’t reach them. But..." His voice thins with something rawer—grief, maybe. "Watching her walk out of it anyway is not something I’ll ever be able to enjoy as her father."
When she suggests a third option, Remi stiffens slightly beside her, the line of his jaw sharpening as he turns his head—not sharply, but enough that she’ll feel the shift. "That’s all we’ve been doing," he says, low and steady, though there’s a new tension threaded through his voice now. It isn’t anger. Not quite. But it’s something close. Something edged with the weight of hard choices and sacrifice.
"Flowers have been quested for when they can't be found by chance. Flora’s made her city a place people can be safe." His sea-glass eyes sweep toward the still pools, though they don’t really see them. "Those who go to Starfall have shared what they’ve learned. They’ve trained. They’ve taken on quests. They’ve risked their lives to cleanse it, to protect it."
His arms fold again, tighter this time, and when he glances back to Maea, it’s not with hostility—but with something like disbelief. "What more would you have us do?"
When she suggests a third option, Remi stiffens slightly beside her, the line of his jaw sharpening as he turns his head—not sharply, but enough that she’ll feel the shift. "That’s all we’ve been doing," he says, low and steady, though there’s a new tension threaded through his voice now. It isn’t anger. Not quite. But it’s something close. Something edged with the weight of hard choices and sacrifice.
"Flowers have been quested for when they can't be found by chance. Flora’s made her city a place people can be safe." His sea-glass eyes sweep toward the still pools, though they don’t really see them. "Those who go to Starfall have shared what they’ve learned. They’ve trained. They’ve taken on quests. They’ve risked their lives to cleanse it, to protect it."
His arms fold again, tighter this time, and when he glances back to Maea, it’s not with hostility—but with something like disbelief. "What more would you have us do?"
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
