Sam was interested to learn more of Remi's past, especially the parts where they were the same; though he frowned to hear Remi's father found no pleasure in his own abuse. Why would one feel the need to do it, then? What could drive the desire? It was a notion new to Sam and one that actually in a strange way made him thankful that he had understood his father simply had a perchance for crueltyl. It was a partial explanation, at least.
He could make his own family...a sweet concept. He supposed he sort of had, with Cornelius and Jigano, in many ways Remi despite their complicated past...friends slowly became companions, became people he was ready to face the world with. "Yes...you are right."
Remi agreed with his assessment of their current situation, but seemed sad about it; Sam was not pleased to make the statement either, but it felt like a natural place to come to. The 'right' thing, as Remi put it, for now. "...Maybe...one day, years in the future, we can talk about it again. When I've..learned myself, and you can forgive me." He mused, unsure if Remi would actually want such a thing.
"Until then, though. I would love to see you often in the store, or here, or at the Atheneum...you are good to talk to, and talented. It would be a painful thing for me to lose your company."
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
