you come to me, wild and wired

Ludo ”And yet,” Ludo said, purposely vague. And yet Delphia existed, able to speak with spirits beyond. And yet Jigano and Amalia could shepherd souls. And yet there were days, like the Festival of Lights, when all those who had passed might see their friends and family again. And yet, and yet, and yet. Ludo tittered at the mere idea that Remi could turn his back on Safrin - on any of the gods, as had been proven even in the past few weeks through their stay in Torchline. ”You were. And now I would venture that you are ready for almost anything.” It waggled the rag, trapped momentarily between Remi’s neck and shoulder, tugging it away in amusement. ”What I think is irrelevant. This was about you all along. I merely offered a gift in exchange for your work at LongNight. Your answer is more telling than any of your bluster or intimidation. You want to live. You’re just bad at it.”