Blind as night that finds us all

Hope sparkled in his pretty, pretty eyes, but nothing could save him now. Gasping and grasping at his throat as Ludo lunged, Remi tried to breathe in a strangled breath, his eyes scrunching shut as he gasped for air. Even so, his lips tried to form the words of repetence and the names of those who stood behind Isla. Through tear-dusted eyes, Remi saw Ianto's smile, the permanent tail, the twinkle in his eyes. The need for chicken and stories of tea houses and stars and how one day they might find themselves in the constellations... Then Loren, and all the things they'd planned on building and doing together, the slouchy smile, and the overwhelming and impossible things he felt for the librarian. Then Samuel, with his gentle kisses and dates that never went as expected but always ended up so right. Sam, the only one to ever confess love for the alchemist. And then his mother. The pinnacle of goodness and sweetness. The only person to whom Remi would immediately and easily pledge his entire heart and soul. The tightening of the cloth was nothing compared to the anguish of having the memories sucked from him, his mind grasping after them with useless effort. It was all slipping away, all of them. Four pairs of blue eyes, then, three, then two, then... then.. then nothing. With a gasp, Remi sat up. His face was stained with tears, and as he absently wiped away at them, he glanced around the Temple. Running a confused hand through his hair, he tried to still the beating of his heart as it hammered in his chest. He remembered telling Ludo that he'd lost the mask, and most of the god's words following that...Ludo had named some sort of price, though Remi couldn't recall what. But he felt ... fine? for the most part. Emotionally he felt unsteady, even if he could not give a name to the origin of his upset. "I am sorry Ludo. I will find your mask." He vowed, as he rose to his feet. Dusting off the knees of his pants, Remi paused once again, caught in what felt like the afterimage of something important. But... Holding his breath, he tried to remember. But of course he couldn't. remi Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me