the waters are sleeping

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

Remi wouldn't argue with the Shield, not when their views of fealty and religion differed so greatly. So instead he just hummed a note of weary respect, if not agreement.

Unable to compel the creatures away, diminished in this new state of his, he merely paws softly at them hoping natural means might discourage them from taking too keen an interest in him. 'All of it.' He repeats steadily, sea-glass eyes peering up at her with a stubborn fastidiousness to follow this through.

'I'm not sure. From what I was told later, Roana was desperate to prove herself." The line of Remi's jaw suggested he wasn't in that position with respect to the raggedy god. "And punished as Ludo was for trying to have the ascended killed...I wonder if it doesn't still want the same thing." Continuing to tread water easily, Remi narrowed his gazed thoughtfully.

"What would you do, Amalia? If Vi came down now and asked you in no uncertain terms, to try and kill the ascended? If he said he knew better, and commanded it. Would you try and argue or barter?"