LUDO
”The time when you had a choice about that is long gone, sweetling. Don’t you think?” Ludo could be either, or both, and Remi might not even be aware of it. Still, it appreciated the illusion of autonomy, shuffling to stand up beside the Alchemist and reaching out to rest a hand upon his crown of curls, as if he is the child and Ludo the adult.”Perhaps we need to open your ears again, then,” it suggested. ”Tell me, when was the last time you shed a tear for someone else? Someone who was not your husband or your lost child?” Ludo tilted its head. ”If you can find it in yourself to do that... perhaps there is something I can offer.”
Remi has received a spoopy vague quest: he must be able to shed a tear for another person out of empathy. Ronin and Aoife are excluded from this.
