the way i wanted it to be

REMI

all the things we said when we were younger

Pulling a breath, Remi laces his fingers together and regards the places they come together with an intentional interest. He doesn't want to look and see the disappointment on Sam's face. He doesn't want to wonder anymore about whether or not it's justified, nor does he want to justify anything. It's all complicated and convoluted, and Remi's is just so damned tired of it.

"I do not know what more there is I can tell you that you do not already know...Even Nate being an ascended now what is this timeline, even, I still think odds are in our favour, but.." Remi flexes his fingers so that his palms rise and his knuckles faintly crack. "Regardless of whose side prevails, I do not think this is a war anyone will feel as though they have won." He says with a low and long sigh.

'You mentioned peace in your letter, though?" Turning his pale eyes toward Sam, Remi takes in his features for a moment: his freckles, his pale eyelashes, the blue-green of his eyes. "How?"

did it bend or did I break?

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