Dolce

"From what I have heard you..ahh.. they? are meant to be chosen." While Remi didn't deny that Archibald was an ascended, it was strange to think of him as being chosen the way, say, Sam had been. Then again...none of them really were sure what happened when they had been pulled through from Northaven. Perhaps the bloodfiends had been chosen after all. Tilting his head as Archebold mentioned he was named as the villian, Remi furrowed his brows. "I never understood that honestly. You were created to be so much more...and then ostracized for how you were designed to be." As a creator himself it was truly perplexing. Especially since it seemed that the bloodfiends truly had done all they were made and required to do. "Really?" Remi all but gasped, more or less horrified at what the ex-captain was saying. After all, if prejudices regarding bloodfiends had traveled here...did the same apply to homosexuality? Unsure how to precisely take the compliment, Remi's smile hedged slightly but as he was want to do, it grew across his face once again as he boyishly looked down at his plate, continuing to eat happily. The mention of leaving one cage for another did make Remi shake his head grimly. "I have thought that as well. Perhaps it is why we are so determined to get out, while the locals seem...adjusted to this life." Thoughtfully Remi twirled one of his utensils in his dexterous fingers. "What do you make of what we were told? That the ascended would be the ones to help us leave?" REMI I'm gonna free fall out into nothin' Gonna leave this world for awhile