...she can't be here. [Any and all pretense of flirtation is dropped, leaving a deadly serious man in it's wake. At the stuttering and flinching Remy grimaces and rubs his face with a gloved hand.] I did not intend...I apologize.
[The anger fades and Remy is left...worn. Tired. Looking his full forty years.] She cannot be here cher. She's dead.
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[The anger fades and Remy is left...worn. Tired. Looking his full forty years.] She cannot be here cher. She's dead.