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

Hope was not a luxury to be avoided, but a wildly infectious disease. Remi had been cured of it now, and he'd not risk infection simply to satisfy his curiosity, so he did not ask the god to elaborate on its vagueness.

"I'm not sure there's much left I've not done." Still, he raised a brow as Ludo slipped away, a lingering smirk on his lips. "Although that does sound quite leading." He added wondering if the god's coyness was a good sign or a very, very bad one.

"I never professed to be any good at it." He said with a bit of a shrug. "Have done the wrong things for the right reasons, the right things for the wrong ones." Remi gestured vaguely with a hand. "Now it's just..doing things. It's all without purpose now."