He said "I bet you don't remember me"
Remi listens in silence, sea-glass eyes following the slow ribboning of grass between Maea’s fingers. There’s nothing in his expression that contradicts her—no scowl, no shake of his head—but there’s no spark of agreement either. Just weariness. The kind that pools behind the ribs and settles deep, where even anger can’t reach.
"You might be right," he says at last, voice quiet and even. "About the frog. About how things are warming, and no one’s moving fast enough." He doesn’t laugh—he can’t—but there’s a soft huff of breath, a ghost of wry amusement that never quite reaches his mouth. "But I’m not the one to stir the water anymore. Dahlia made sure of that."
His arms unfold as he scrapes a hand down over his face, then drops it to his side. "But maybe..." His brow furrows. "Maybe it doesn’t have to be the leaders or the demigods. The ones who’ve already been to Starfall, they’re committed, in many cases because of what the gods have told them to do."
He glances sidelong at Maea, tired but more focused now. "But you might be able to reach the ones who haven’t. The ones who haven’t fought yet because they don’t know how. or because they were told their strength wasn’t needed. Maybe it’s time to gather them. See what they’re willing to offer that isn’t just muscle or magic." He shrugs. "If they’re not going to Starfall, many might think that aside from gathering flowers there's nothing for them to do, but that isn't necessarily true."
Remi sighs before offering Maea a wry smile. "Maybe I was wrong before. Maybe going about this without involving the leaders or higher ranking demigods is best."
"You might be right," he says at last, voice quiet and even. "About the frog. About how things are warming, and no one’s moving fast enough." He doesn’t laugh—he can’t—but there’s a soft huff of breath, a ghost of wry amusement that never quite reaches his mouth. "But I’m not the one to stir the water anymore. Dahlia made sure of that."
His arms unfold as he scrapes a hand down over his face, then drops it to his side. "But maybe..." His brow furrows. "Maybe it doesn’t have to be the leaders or the demigods. The ones who’ve already been to Starfall, they’re committed, in many cases because of what the gods have told them to do."
He glances sidelong at Maea, tired but more focused now. "But you might be able to reach the ones who haven’t. The ones who haven’t fought yet because they don’t know how. or because they were told their strength wasn’t needed. Maybe it’s time to gather them. See what they’re willing to offer that isn’t just muscle or magic." He shrugs. "If they’re not going to Starfall, many might think that aside from gathering flowers there's nothing for them to do, but that isn't necessarily true."
Remi sighs before offering Maea a wry smile. "Maybe I was wrong before. Maybe going about this without involving the leaders or higher ranking demigods is best."
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.
