what have I done

"Someone is in a charitable mood tonight." He chuckled, the closest he'd probably come to thanking her. But he was appreciative even so. With the chemical cocktail she'd sung into his veins it would have been difficult to concentrate on much with a good portion of his blood racing through Isla's body and the rest pooling in a place not conducive to rational thought. Immediately Remi shook his head. The wound did hurt but not more than the way his lion claws had dug into his sides that first shift. It was certainly nothing that would hinder him. "Doctor's orders I suppose." He said with a grin, letting his head move from side to side to test the range of motion this slight injury would permit. REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way