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It was strange to try and read personality in the movements of textiles, and yet that was precisely what Remi's mind seemed to be trying to do. As a wisp of cloth moved towards Remi's ear his shoulder instinctively rose to block the motion as his head tilted slightly away. Not that that helped of course since there didn't appear to be any real limitation on the range with which Ludo could reach. Or rather the fabric could reach. Remi was hard telling the deity apart from his manifestation of black fabric. Swallowing as Ludo hovered before him, Remi considered with a nervousness that he rarely felt. As much pain as Loren had caused him, as much as those memories would be a welcome weight off of his shoulders, there was one memory in particular that seemed to drown out all the rest. "The memory of my mother...as...she was with you?" Remi whispered hesitantly. Images of her throat pale and white before being spliced open with his claws. Her face bedraggled with pain and longing as his father pulled her down into the mud.. With eyes wide and childlike in their innocence and naive hope, he scanned the contours of that impossibly smooth mask again, silently pleading. REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me