[SE] Star-Crossed [Cont]

Aoife was in need of a nap, so Remi, Isla and the baby were heading off. Isla had had about enough of the girl's flapping upon her spine, so it was Remi's turn to endure her boundless energy. Walking home along one of the paths, totally coincidentally it would seem, it led precisely to the plot of land currently occupied by the on-again off-again lovebirds. For the moment they appeared to be on-again, and though he was in absolutely no position to judge given his rollercoaster relationship with Sam, he could still be protective. His own mistakes did not stop him from loving Phoebe enough to want to do that. "Hallo Pheobe!" The alchemist called with a cheerful and sunny wave, while mentally he was thinking—and saying—something quite different. She told me about you. Remi whispered into Emmett's mind, his voice more thickly accent and a good deal sterner than his vocal expression had been. And if you hurt her because of anything other than her own stupidity, you will have me to answer to. If I hear any more talk of this outlander nonsense, you and I will have words. With another chipper wave, this time using Aoife's hand to gesticulate, Remi grinned as his friend. "Enjoy the afternoon!" He added, his expression still gentle and warm, despite the silent warning he'd just given Emmett. REMI What have I become? My sweetest friend—Everyone I know goes away in the end If I could start again, a million miles away, I would keep myself. I would find a way