Blind as night that finds us all

Heat coursed through Remi's stomach, making him instantly feel ill, light-headed, and beyond shameful. There was nothing incorrect about what Ludo had said. Remi had indeed had sex with Sam in the temple, and he hadn't used the mask once. Swallowing hard, his ears felt as if they were practically on fire, his cheeks as red as they had ever been. He wanted to cry, to plead, to try and barter for another chance. But the tears would not come as he looked with an awestruck expression, and he was entirely without voice. He deserved nothing, but as Jigano had recently pointed out, Remi was coming to expect so much more. Lulled into a false sense of safety but how he'd managed to dance through the hazards and risks of this place, Remi had come here thinking that his honesty and his so-called puppy-dog eyes might help him evade this too. It was just a mask, a mistake, surely something that could be fixed. Only apparently it couldn't. With parted lips he looked up at Isla, the sound of her voice instantly soothing. At least until he listened to the words she spoke. "My—" Remi's eyes filled with horror as latent understanding filled him. "NO—" He suddenly yelled, the tears from before blurring and stinging his vision as his voice cracked around the word. "Not them. Anything but them." His voice was shaky, heart unsteady, breathing short and verging on hyperventilating. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me