broken cigarettes and bullet holes, one more to the chest and i'm alone
Has anyone told him to stay out? No. At least not to Varus’ knowledge. And when the Voice rhetorically asks if he believes Remi, well, given what he does know – it’s hard to trust anyone these days. So it’s with a soft smile that crosses his face that his head dips a fraction. “I don’t trust it, no. But I did get a bite from the Lullaby.” He offers up, in case it may be worth noting.
And actually, a thought occurs that piggy backs off of Wessex’s own. “I have them stored. Would it be worth it to study them to see what we’re up against for Remi specifically in order to enforce it?” He asks, his head lifting and brows furrowing together at the thought. Could there be anything done while he had them stored? Or would it still only be a onetime use?
As for the spies and the Star, Varus does bow his head, accepting the offer of getting his spies back in order. He supposes it’s time to get those Accepted back under his belt, to send his little birdies loose once again.
And actually, a thought occurs that piggy backs off of Wessex’s own. “I have them stored. Would it be worth it to study them to see what we’re up against for Remi specifically in order to enforce it?” He asks, his head lifting and brows furrowing together at the thought. Could there be anything done while he had them stored? Or would it still only be a onetime use?
As for the spies and the Star, Varus does bow his head, accepting the offer of getting his spies back in order. He supposes it’s time to get those Accepted back under his belt, to send his little birdies loose once again.
VARUS
