Sadly, this Remi understood. Though there wasn't a great wealth of memories between when he had lost his and when Sam had made the decision to throw them away, there had been enough to feel the strange imbalance of it all.
Filing this information away for later, Remi let the conversation swerve away from masks and bartering. Little did he know that if he needed assistance with the latter, he was in the perfect company. But did he want his memories back? To widen the crack between he and Sam and remember all that had happened, that the bookmaker had chosen to forget? And Loren? The man he had loved, who had apparently been quite undeserving and quite unready to reciprocate? He would take back the memories of Ianto certainly, but in the moment he doubted that Ludo would be open to his preferences. Still it was something worth thinking about.
Furrowing his eyebrows in a comical gesture of whaaaaat? Remi smiled a touch hesitantly, not knowing Ianto well enough to know whether or not this was just a blatent lie. "It can...how?" Magic was the answer of course, it had to be. And yet it still sounded so fantastical. "I would yes." Then he paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Were we...going to have a tea shop?" Remi asked curiously, unsure if this was actually something someone had told him, or something his mind was merely making up.
The mention of weddings and Northaven made Remi feel distinctly strange. It was actually rather nice to be so casually speaking of their shared land, and yet strange that Remi couldn't recall it. Which wedding? He wanted to ask, but he supposed it didn't matter. "Ah, yes. He..." Biting the inside of his cheek hard and forcing a smile, Remi took a steadying breath. "He died recently. I am raising his daughter, Aoife."
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
