black and blue bird [se] [open]

it doesn't matter where you roam, when no one's left to call you home

"I do. For trades or future favours and the like." Unable to help himself, he smirks a touch darkly at her silence. "Complicated? With such powerful abandoned like Neron, Zariah, and Loren at your helm? I'm shocked to hear it." The blandness of his voice and his raised brow suggested he was anything but. "If I can help, feel free to ask it of me. But I should make this clear: I've no love for the Launceleyn family. I'd kill both Loren and Zariah onsight if the opportunity presented itself."

Considering her words, Remi merely shrugs. "What differentiates a race from a cult? I suppose you'd have to consider her less than a god for that to be the case." Which from what he'd heard, many did. "Do I believe their influence dangerous? No more so than anyone else." Shifting his stance slightly as he tried to come up with the words—language having never really been his strong suit—he fidgeted for a moment before seeming to commit. "Hating the ascended seems...lazy. I'd rather be against certain ideals and those who choose to hold them, than damning an entire race—or cult. There are always exceptions. From what I've seen, the few ascended I know seem to have no interest in the Voice's larger agenda. Some do, and if it ever comes down to it, I'd much rather be able to tell them apart than lump them together."

i might have strained a bit too far, i'm countin' all the moonlit stars