you come to me, wild and wired

Ludo ”Given our encounters in the past and your stubborn refusal to die, I would say that you hold that particular claim more than I.” The blood smeared checker flew off into the sea with a ping that suggested Ludo didn’t like that piece any more (and maybe it was cheating a bit, who knew). It regarded Remi’s temper, the claws and the teeth and the blood with little more than a billow of its rags in the warm breeze. ”You are so full of rage,” it said. ”It has tainted all that made you worth while.” Releasing the statue, Ludo drifted about Remi now as if inspecting him, taking in all the details, the tan, the scars, the posture, the changes musculature, everything. ”I led her off to Mort with the Steadman boys, and all the others who died at the festival,” it said. ”She was quite upset to leave you.”