He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi listens without interruption, his expression drawn but not cold. His sea-glass eyes stay on Maea, watching the shape of her conviction as much as the words themselves. And when she finishes—when that quiet certainty hangs in the air like a promise—he nods slowly, brow furrowing as he exhales through his nose.
"I don't know," he admits after a pause, his voice softer now. Less guarded. "I've never claimed to be the clever one, Maea. These days, I'm more strength than strategy. There are others—Ronin, Deimos...even Flora, though I doubt she'd enjoy being lumped in with the rest of us—who see the wider picture better than I do. I trust them to know where we're going." He offers a small, rueful smile. "Most of the time."
He shifts his weight slightly, the heat of the season still clinging to his skin. "There hasn’t really been a proper gathering in a long while," he adds, more thoughtful now. "Not a real meeting—of leaders, of demigods, of anyone who’s still standing on the front lines."
His gaze lifts back to her, steady. "If you called for one, I’d come. Ronin would too." A pause, then a faint quirk of his mouth. "You might not be able to make miracles happen on your own, Maea. But getting the people who can into one room? That’s not nothing. And it sounds like you're the one already thinking ahead."
"I don't know," he admits after a pause, his voice softer now. Less guarded. "I've never claimed to be the clever one, Maea. These days, I'm more strength than strategy. There are others—Ronin, Deimos...even Flora, though I doubt she'd enjoy being lumped in with the rest of us—who see the wider picture better than I do. I trust them to know where we're going." He offers a small, rueful smile. "Most of the time."
He shifts his weight slightly, the heat of the season still clinging to his skin. "There hasn’t really been a proper gathering in a long while," he adds, more thoughtful now. "Not a real meeting—of leaders, of demigods, of anyone who’s still standing on the front lines."
His gaze lifts back to her, steady. "If you called for one, I’d come. Ronin would too." A pause, then a faint quirk of his mouth. "You might not be able to make miracles happen on your own, Maea. But getting the people who can into one room? That’s not nothing. And it sounds like you're the one already thinking ahead."
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.
