in cold blood

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

The alchemist says nothing, though perhaps his brow raises ever so slightly. A compromise? But as Sunjata continues, Remi feels what little patience he'd stirred up to come here begin to crack away. He doesn't know Sunjata the way Ronin does, doesn't know that there's confidence issues there, that the Flood, for all his grandeur and power, isn't as strong always as he seems.

'Oh fuck off.' He grumbles, shaking his head and huffing out a breath. The words aren't angrily said, though his frustration comes through clear enough. "I asked you. Over and over. That wasn't a compromise, and honestly, I don't really care how it felt to you." He adds, bluntly. Because if they are just going to get right into this, better they go the whole way. "No, it can't have been easy to be accused of something like this, but she's my goddamn family. I don't have much of that anymore. So it doesn't fucking matter how unlikely it seemed, I was going to get to the bottom of it."

He shakes his head again, glaring up at the roof. "And no thanks to you, on that account." Remi adds in, his gaze dropping back to the Flood like a stone.

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