the ones who won't forget you

oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile

'What you don't think so?' Remi wonders of the beard that's beginning to take form on his cheeks. Stroking it as if deep in thought and curling one eyebrow up with dexterity only matched by Ronin, he chuckled and shrugs. He can look however he wants in dreams for Ronin, so his actual appearance here matters very little. Beard or no beard, he doesn't care.

"To be part of their soldier-ranks, as far as I can tell." Remi replies between bites of meat. "They're called the dragoons. All accepted with dragons. Or...well, all accepted and one demigod, with dragons."

Remi listens as he eats, valuing Vai's point of view and insight. "I was going to hold a meeting with them to see what they wanted and to let them know what was on the horizon. But with Delah gone, their animosity seems to have declined. Even that trial for the ascended hasn't been anything more than just words so far." Exhaling and staring at his bread as if it might hold all the answers, Remi shrugs. "This seems more about keeping tabs on the ascended, than protecting the Woods. And if that's the case, I wish the gods had been more forthcoming."

The Lullaby