you come to me, wild and wired

but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor

"Yes. " Remi agreed instantly. "Dying doesn't mean I did all that I could. I could have done more." This latter sentiment was softer-said, more to himself than the rags before him. It was a truth he'd carry with him heavily to his grave.

Remi nodded. He did know. The world of exceptions was for the Ronin's and Amalia's of the world. Life wasn't fair or easy, as Isla had just pointed out. Dead for him would be death. "I suppose so. I may not want to be part of this world anymore, but nor do I want to be without him. I think that's the only thing I'm really sure of."

Somewhere far away a monochromatic wave crested and Remi fancied he could feel the pull of it. "I don't doubt it, though once I might have disagreed with you." Turning his gaze back, he smirked at the porcelain mask. "Though I can't say it's all that surprising to hear you say it."