you come to me, wild and wired

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

Remi bore the rag's investigation of his scars with all the predatory restraint of one who knows he has no other choice. The flick though had fangs appearing between his suddenly parted lips and claws punctuating his fingers, though he didn't move to strike out at Ludo. Those same fingers curled into a fist, drawing drops of blood from his palm at the mention of Aoife. Hearing her name whispered from the white mask was not unlike a balm that burned to let you know it had begun to heal. "I think that means one or both of us is playing hard to get." He commented with a mirthless smirk.

Rather than magically, Remi moved one of the checkers forward leaving a smear of blood on it.

"Is she with you then? Her soul isn't..." He trailed off, not knowing what the options were. Still skewered by ice? Floating around in the Fields? In the belly of a mud monster? "..trapped, somewhere?"