Call it what you want

As Sam rolled away, Remi felt as though the situation was now gaining momentum towards a destination not only had he not intended, but one he couldn't think of how to forestall. He knew taking advantage of the ascended's emotional state would be just as damaging to the man as it would be for Remi to let himself do it, but that hardly helped fill the space beside him where Sam was no longer. Watching Sam paw at the snow, Remi rocked onto his feet and stood, far too quickly. The world around him darkened and spun, and starpoints of light winked frostily around the edges of his vision as his feet scuttled beneath himself to try and keep him upright. A hasty and shaky hand reached out for the cave wall, bracing himself against it as his body crumbled forward. Kneeling once again with his face to the wall, Remi's palms flatly pressed against the stone as he took a shuddering breath. He hadn't realized just how weak Sam's feeding had made him until just now, and the sweet siren's song of unconsciousness tickled the back of his neck and tried to pull him down. As Sam dug at the snow, the snow tried to rebuild itself. Seeing this out of the corner of his eye, Remi groaned and let his eyes fall shut again. "It is memory snow." He muttered weakly. "There is no point moving it. It will just reform itself. We will have to wait until it reforms from the outside." The mention of shifting was interesting, and, glancing with a shocked expression towards Sam—Remi's cheeks now nearly as pale as the ascended's were—his brows knit together. "You can...?" He whispered, the ghost of a smile on his lips. We could fly together? REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times