Only a Look and a Voice

it was all dead end roads, heaven knows

For a moment Remi's hands stopped, his fingers ceasing their delicate exploration of the grass. Nibbling at the inside of his cheek, he flopped his head to the side to regard Sam properly for a moment. "I know I have said this before, but where I came from...you...it did not matter if the rulers were good or bad. Mostly they were bad, but that was just...sort of the way of things." He said, eyes roaming softly over his friend's freckled face.

"It has never occurred to me before that stopping someone like Zariah was an option. And now that it is? I am surely the farthest person who would know what to say about it." Remi's shoulders shrugged against the crisp ground. "She has threatened me on more than one occasion, and those that I love. Some of her rules, ones about large gatherings...it seems just petty. Is that a reason to overthrow someone?" Remi paused, genuinely asking. "But then there is how she went about it...but she has good thoughts as well, and I just..."

With a half-groan, Remi shook his head.