right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Glancing up at the house on the ridge, Remi scarcely knows what to make of it. Scaffolding partially obscures his view given the many buildings under construction, and it has him entirely disoriented. "Ah. He mumbles uncertainly. Remi had grown up in a wagon, sleeping beneath it when the rains came, or spending his days in whorehouses where the women fed him scraps. "It looks...nice?" He ventures.
"Her own safety." Remi replies flatly, raising a brow. "If she was not safe, then you could have let her go back to Halo. There is no shortage of this sort of crime in Torchline. This was personal for you and Nate. Imprisoning her was too far." He points out, trying to sound reasonable but very much assuming it would fall on deaf ears.
Shrugging about Deimos, Remi just folds his arms across his chest. "Deimos is not my concern. I have already heard you have banned him from Torchline. What else is there?"
"Her own safety." Remi replies flatly, raising a brow. "If she was not safe, then you could have let her go back to Halo. There is no shortage of this sort of crime in Torchline. This was personal for you and Nate. Imprisoning her was too far." He points out, trying to sound reasonable but very much assuming it would fall on deaf ears.
Shrugging about Deimos, Remi just folds his arms across his chest. "Deimos is not my concern. I have already heard you have banned him from Torchline. What else is there?"
The Lullaby
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
