Damien
there's some good in this
world worth fighting for
world worth fighting for
Damien listened in silence, arms folding loosely as the weight of Remi’s words sank in. He wasn’t the type to fill heavy air with platitudes, and the story didn’t call for them anyway. A friend murdered. A bargain struck out of grief. The twist that followed. It was the kind of tale you heard around a fire and didn’t forget—because any one of them could have made the same choice in that moment.
His gaze dropped briefly to Aria, still sprawled with smug determination across Remi’s boot, as if to remind himself that life could claw its way through loss if given half a chance. When he looked back up, his voice was quieter than before, steady but edged with a respect that wasn’t performative. “That’s quite a price to pay. Can’t blame you for taking it, though... Most of us would’ve done the same, given the choice.” And the words he spoke were true enough, at least of himself and his own experiences.
He let that settle a moment before tilting his head, brow furrowing slightly. “But now… with Mort. Sounds like you’re carrying a different weight than before. Is it any better?” His tone wasn’t skeptical, just open—an honest curiosity he couldn’t quite keep to himself.
Another pause, thumb brushing over a scar on his forearm again, as if the motion grounded him. “If it had been up to you…” His dark eyes searched Remi’s face, not unkindly. “Would you have chosen Ludo or Mort? Or another? Frey, maybe?” He couldn't quite put his thumb on why, but Remi gave Frey vibes. Maybe that was Damien's projection, though.
His gaze dropped briefly to Aria, still sprawled with smug determination across Remi’s boot, as if to remind himself that life could claw its way through loss if given half a chance. When he looked back up, his voice was quieter than before, steady but edged with a respect that wasn’t performative. “That’s quite a price to pay. Can’t blame you for taking it, though... Most of us would’ve done the same, given the choice.” And the words he spoke were true enough, at least of himself and his own experiences.
He let that settle a moment before tilting his head, brow furrowing slightly. “But now… with Mort. Sounds like you’re carrying a different weight than before. Is it any better?” His tone wasn’t skeptical, just open—an honest curiosity he couldn’t quite keep to himself.
Another pause, thumb brushing over a scar on his forearm again, as if the motion grounded him. “If it had been up to you…” His dark eyes searched Remi’s face, not unkindly. “Would you have chosen Ludo or Mort? Or another? Frey, maybe?” He couldn't quite put his thumb on why, but Remi gave Frey vibes. Maybe that was Damien's projection, though.
