the bastion
Remi had listened through most of the debate with his head tilted, the heel of one hand absently rolling his mostly-empty glass across the table. He wasn’t the diplomat in the room—not even close—but he tried to be measured, even as his expression tightened at the mention of Flora.
To Deimos’s concern about retaliation from the rest of the Family, he lifted a shoulder in a slow shrug. And? What about it? he wondered plainly. Whatever they do after, it’s one less of them before. His gaze lingered a moment on the Sword before turning to the others, specifically Sunjata. I can soak whatever Dahlia throws at us when we find her. Hopefully it will be enough to buy the time needed to cure her.
Then, tapping his fingers once against the edge of the table, he glanced toward the relics again, before inclining his head doubtfully toward his husband. Relics made by the Voice or the Core are...probably not the sort of things the old gods can work it.
His eyes flicked between Deimos and Noah before settling again, steady and dark. If you are concerned about an attack on Halo, then perhaps keeping the flowers there is what’s unwise. They’re more valuable than any relic from what we have seen so far. He didn’t say move them to Torchline, but the implication hung plainly in the air. At least until fortifications were complete on the Citadel, and even then, as Hadama had pointed out, such things weren't necessarily impenetrable.
As for the relics themselves, he exhaled and leaned back slightly in his chair, arms folding loosely across his chest. I am less worried about where things are than who can use them when it matters. His gaze turned toward Hadama then, his tone shifting just slightly as a flicker of admiration cut through. I’ve seen how hard the Tidebreaker can hit with his gravity spikes. A pause, then a thoughtful hum. Perhaps the next time we venture to Starfall, maybe the relics go with those who can best utilize them at the time.
To Deimos’s concern about retaliation from the rest of the Family, he lifted a shoulder in a slow shrug. And? What about it? he wondered plainly. Whatever they do after, it’s one less of them before. His gaze lingered a moment on the Sword before turning to the others, specifically Sunjata. I can soak whatever Dahlia throws at us when we find her. Hopefully it will be enough to buy the time needed to cure her.
Then, tapping his fingers once against the edge of the table, he glanced toward the relics again, before inclining his head doubtfully toward his husband. Relics made by the Voice or the Core are...probably not the sort of things the old gods can work it.
His eyes flicked between Deimos and Noah before settling again, steady and dark. If you are concerned about an attack on Halo, then perhaps keeping the flowers there is what’s unwise. They’re more valuable than any relic from what we have seen so far. He didn’t say move them to Torchline, but the implication hung plainly in the air. At least until fortifications were complete on the Citadel, and even then, as Hadama had pointed out, such things weren't necessarily impenetrable.
As for the relics themselves, he exhaled and leaned back slightly in his chair, arms folding loosely across his chest. I am less worried about where things are than who can use them when it matters. His gaze turned toward Hadama then, his tone shifting just slightly as a flicker of admiration cut through. I’ve seen how hard the Tidebreaker can hit with his gravity spikes. A pause, then a thoughtful hum. Perhaps the next time we venture to Starfall, maybe the relics go with those who can best utilize them at the time.
I got a feeling inside that I can't domesticate
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
It doesn't wanna live in a cage,
A feeling that I can't housebreak
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.
