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its a constant stream of distraction. basic first aid, he could help with. it kept his hands busy, made it easier to ignore the fact his skin felt scorched with tapping so heavily in to his domain. cuts barely patched together from the potion and his own brief respite. he couln't let himself think. if he did, he'd want to be out there. helping more than he could here.

but even he knew what would happen if he tried, something dante so casually pointed out. he was practically tapped and barely keeping himself up.

"but, i can still-" the words are confident, firm, up until he stands to try and plead his case and the world tips a little in the wrong direction for a moment. he catches himself, thankfully, but he knows he's lost any feasible footing for not accepting the offer. "just until i've cooled off."

there was always a sense of responsibility to tend to the wounded, it seemed a common thread around here. dante was more... reserved about his level of care, always thinly veiled behind something that would benefit himself. the truth was he cared to some extent, despite what he might present at the forefront.

"i think you've had enough." dante stands above the kneeling son of hestia, who was doing his best to tend to those worse for wear. he'd seen firsthand how the battle had went, and gabriel would be of no use to anyone if he passed out, or worse, from exhaustion.

"come on, let's get you in a bed. somewhere quiet, preferably."

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#ft; dante #gamblersdeceit

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Gabriel listened, at least. He couldn't start to make any promises that the other's advice would sink in, or that it would help him drag his brain away from the hole it seemed to keep slipping in to when he allowed it to linger, but it was more than enough to coax him from the worst of it. "I'll try my best to keep that in mind." It's about all Gabriel can do, too many question marks in how he'd go from here. But, Jesse was right, it was practically the last thing the chosen of Hestia's mind wanted to focus on.

"Yeah? That's sweet." It invokes a pang of something that Gabriel's gotten better at handling nowadays. It still lurked, still waited for moments to make him question why he'd never been allowed that, but it's swiftly pushed aside. His tapestry of broken designs stitched together would still hold strong. The question then thrown his way earns a soft hum. "I'd love to say this was an intentional thing, but my feet kinda just decided I was due a Jesse hang while I was wandering. No ulterior motive, at least?"

Jesse shook his head almost instantly. "No, don't do that. Don't second guess yourself," it was a lesson he'd had to learn, and to be frank was probably still trying to learn. Watching the people around you go down, and you feeling powerless to stop it was definitely something archer knew well. "I mean there's nothing wrong with learning from your mistakes, but just don't obsess over it. Especially if everything and everyone turned out okay in the end," well, for the most part at least. "It sounds like whatever you did was a success." He could tell Gabe was rambling a bit, and to be honest, it was endearing, cute even. "The next time you go out, I'm sure things will come easier." He shook his head, "Sorry, this probably the last thing you want to talk about right now."

An amused smirk etched across the son of Apollo's features. "I was playing something in particular, yeah," he responded, heading to the stove to get some hot water brewing on a kettle. "Just an old song my mom used to play for me. Helps me think." Of course the natural follow up to that would be what was he thinking about, a question Jesse wasn't exactly ready to answer honestly quite yet. "So, did you drop by to hang? Or did this visit have any ulterior motives?" To be fair, the idea of having Gabe drop by for simple hang out was actually refreshing.

#ft; jesse #godlingjesse

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There was the very distinct possibility that Gabriel would've been happy enough just... chatting away with wolf!Grey. Not that it was unwelcome when the other returned to his normal, he was just concerned with what words could actually be exchanged. Some weight he'd never really shaken off his shoulders. The unsettling presence of good enough and useful in the back of his mind like an unwelcome audience.

He's definitely relieved that Ender was okay. One less thing to worry himself over. Mouth half open ready to say he was happy to hear it, when instead Grey talked about feeling responsible for what happened. The words that slip free are ones he should really figure out how to tell himself one day. "You said it yourself, Grey. We didn't know what would happen. I've certainly never been up against that sort of thing before." A quiet beat, hand lifting to almost subconsciously tug at his curls for a moment. "If anything I should apologize, it's... It's my job to try and keep things attention, right? Stop other people getting hurt, and that clearly didn't work out."

He didn't linger in his wolfskin, being unable to speak to the other godlings was at times frustrating. The soft green glow of Greyson's magic quickly enveloped him, letting his shape once again change back to his natural human state. "Thanks for not immediately resorting to torches and pitchforks." He said with a halfhearted smile, not entirely up to his usual self after the night they'd had.

Closing the distance, Grey settled himself down on the ground opposite Gabriel, his back up against a tree also. When asked about Ender the son of Pan nodded. "He's okay, resting. It'll probably take him a few days to recover fully after what happened." He replied softly, gaze off into the distance somewhat as he thought about Ender asleep in bed currently. "It was a tough fight, I don't think any of us could have expected what would happen when those things died - can't help feeling a little responsible though..." He admitted softly.

#ft; grey #wxldhxrt

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Genuinely, Davon telling him to take it easy was probably the only thing that would've worked in the moment. Part of him too caught up in everything that had happened out there, part still lingering on how he'd felt to be taken out, it was...

Landng on the bed with a barely held back groan, he finally let himself breath. And was suddenly aware of every injury. "I think you probably could make me right now. How are you? I... Lost track of a lot of what was happening when that... Was he another demigod? What he could do felt... Eerily similar to what we could."

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They had some downtime to breathe after the ambush and Davon was still more than grateful to have everyone still in one piece. He gathered supplies within the infirmary, hoping to prep aid for those who needed it still while he tried to recharge his himself as well.

"Hey, you need to take it easy for a bit," he says to Gabriel, tapping upon one of the clinical beds. "I obviously can't make you but it's HIGHLY suggested."

#ft; davon #lunarxtique

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At least the other was honest about it, an easy laugh escaping the son of Hestia before he could help himself. "Well, I definitely can't do sushi, but it's not gonna need much cooking in the first place." As far as he was aware, Tuna was best pink, barely touched beyond a good seasoning, and letting it shine. So, that was what he did. Thanks to a running deal with Oliver, he at least had easy access to fruit and veggies, and a pretty decent herb selection. "So thinking seared tuna steak, side salad, anything else you're looking for, or just make the Tuna shine?"

Ronan  had  finally  found  a  yellowfin  tuna  inside  of  the  lake  and  he  absolutely  had  no  qualms  killing  it  for  his  own  desires.  In  fact,  with  his  new  powers,  all  Ronan  did  was  create  a  ball  of  ice  encapsulating  the  fish  and  froze  it  until  it's  heart  stopped.  He  had  known  enough  of  how  to  descale  and  gut  the  fish  too,  but  he  figured  there  were  others  who  could  do  the  job  better  and  suited  for  consumptions.  "  I  just  want  to  eat  some  sushi,  Gabe.  "  Ro  openly  admitted.  "  I  was  told  you're  one  of  the  best,  so  if  it's  shit,  i'll  say  thank  you  and  just  eat  it  raw  nice  time.  Promise.  "  Finishing  up  with  a  signature  Ro  smile  before  returning  to  his  usual  resting  bitch  face.

#ft; ronan #seaspraycd

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"That's what we're training to figure out, right? How best to deal with disadvantageous situations." Is he briefly impressed with himself for using that word correctly? Absolutely, but he keep's the internal joy off his face for a few seconds, before the grin breaks out far too easily. He stands firm as Ezra uses him to help get up, and takes a second to roll his shoulders and look back toward the training grounds.

"Probably only a week or two longer than you?" The days had blended together a little more than he was completely aware of, but he knew that he definitely fit more in with the new guys than those with experience under their belts.

"Yeah." Ezra huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Definitely the magic stuff. Don't know how to deal with that other than 'just don't get hit' or 'beat 'em up before they manage to do something.'" Because any time they managed to get off whatever they were doing and it wasn't something he was able to dodge? The big man was usually down for the count in the next ten or so seconds.

He took the offered hand, pulling on it to get up to his feet. The grunt was both from the effort and because of how deceptively sturdy Gabriel seemed to be. "Ezra. How long you been around here?"

#ft; ezra #balancedxscales

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"Exactly why I'd much rather be making a name for myself than relying upon Hestia's name." A moment of idle consideration, before. "Besides, pretty sure being named after an Archangel might be enough naming pressure without adding another godly connection in to the mix." His words were tinged with amusement, clearly mostly just joking around the second comment, but as for the first? It was the truth. he'd always want to be judged based on his actions and merits. What he could do. How he could be usef-

"If you've got a green tea that would be gr- Wait you don't need t-" By the time he got through the immediate answer, Corey was already leaving and he didn't get to point out that it really wasn't necessary to do all of this. But, nope, denied via the strategic retreat, and Gabriel had been raise better than to completely turn down hospitality. It doesn't take long to shower off. While there was a temptation to indulge in the tub... Maybe next time.

Dressing quickly after realizing the clothes had been left outside his door, he carefully folded the sweater over one arm but slipped the rest on. Even just stepping out he shower, the water seemed more encouraged to steam off. Running warm just seemed to be part of who he was now, the rest of his clothes left to hang up to try. It thankfully didn't take long to make his way to the kitchen, easy grin flashed to the other. "Thank you, again."

Seeing Gabriel settle also put Corinth at ease. Still their newest godling was wearing soaked, clingy pants, and that had to be remedied. Soon. Straightening up from where he set Gabriel's shirt, he tries to keep a flush from covering his cheeks. It was a complex situation, but Cor was determined to help Gabe feel supported and welcome. "I think... everyone has their preconceptions. Names hold a lot of weight, but really we give them the power."

The top three, for example, didn't exactly work together. Their impact at camp didn't outweigh any other godlings so far. Recently, there had been a very public argument that Romeo being Zeus' son wouldn't be enough to gift him the title of leader. Deep down, Corey would agree. They remained individuals who could all fuck up or rise above in just a day. Based on their choices. "This has been a brand new take on greek mythos. No ones name really tips the scales. Just show up and do your best. Everyone will appreciate that."

With that, Cor decides it's time to give Gabriel his privacy. "Take all the time you need in the bath or showers. I'll go grab some fresh clothes for you in the meantime. Um... what kind of drink would you like? For after." He takes Gabriel's order before disappearing toward the rest of Eros cabins second floor. In his bedroom, Corey picked a neutral t-shirt, sweats, boxer briefs, socks and a sweater should Gabriel want to stay warm as possible. The articles he left just outside the bathroom before heading back downstairs. To relax, he stopped in his living room and smoked a bowl before entering the kitchen to make himself and Gabriel that drink.

#ft; corey #lovecorey

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It had been cold. It's one of the few things he could remember from the moments. Cold. Dark. Empty. Like being tugged away from that warmth of home. Even now, he swore he could feel it lingering. Cold in his ribs, his neck, everywhere dagger's had embedded themselves. Almost like festering, beneath the surface. Every where that... Had he been another demigod? There'd been too much strength in him not to consider that angle.

But he'd done his job, which was something he could be proud of, right? He'd managed to hold the attention of the creatures. Endured blow after blow.

It should've felt more like a victory, but every time he felt like celebrating there was a reminder. Somebody that wasn't there. Wounds on his skin that he didn't know would fully heal.

Spotting Remy stood next to what remained of the temple came as a surprise, not for a frequency of seeing the other, but more the pose. He'd seen it in himself, too. A weight still lingering. So, he approached. As quietly as he could, but really not very effective, and then delivered the barest hint of contact to the other's waist with a closed fist, rathe than the intimate touch Remy had accidentally greeted him with.

"I'd have gotten you back for the night of the party, but I feel like that might actually have gotten a swing out of you." He puts on the brave face, like it's second nature, but every time he breathes too deep it's like they're lodged in his skin again.

Death was something that lingered, the act of it left scars even when you were forcefully pulled back from the edge of it. Even now he could still feel the temple's floor under his feet, and that bright light of an explosion as it shattered off around him. He could feel the way his back cracked against the floor. The warm feeling of blood dripping down his head, the way he could barely move as the roof of the temple almost crumbled. He'd been to the underworld during his brief return to being a lawyer and it had...a certain feeling- not oppressive, not truly but not yet true freedom. A next step compared to a place of fear. It had been the same feeling that had flooded his body as he lay out on that temple floor as he'd felt his desire to stay on one side of the slip away by the seconds. As if he'd almost welcomed his own version of standing in front of those three judgment judges. An impassioned speech on his tongue ready to go- his mind flooded with images of Atticus, Ale, Romeo, and Oliver. Of a thousand little reasons to stay at the camp. He'd been pulled back to life by the very men he'd been thinking of.

He was far from the only camp with that same experience the night of the invasion. The destruction and blood spilled that night hadn't been unique to him. He wasn't even sure he knew all the stories of that night. Still, it had been an experience he'd been lingering on since it had happened. He'd known in theory that he wasn't the first son of Nike, his own cabin had made that very, very clear but it was another thing to...experience how quick a battle like that could turn on them, how fragile they were even with every single gift placed upon their shoulders. Remy had taken time for himself, finding a spot near the temple to let those thoughts dance through his head. His usual daily flights hadn't helped to clear his head- and his usual method to find and center himself, sex hadn't...well- the invasion wasn't exactly the right mood for such things. Was it? So here he was trying to push through those thoughts and file them away. To find some clarity on the complicated feelings of almost slipping away. Of almost choosing to slip away. And the guilt that washed over him as he thought about it. His finger brushed against the wood of the table as he peered over at the temple, still held up by Oliver's vines as some of the citizens of the camp were focused on repairing it and enforcing the entrance. He hadn't been...distant from the other demi-gods as such, just more...reserved for a few days. That usual free affection of his somewhat dialed down.

#ft; remy #victorywithremy

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If it had been a few nights prior, he probably would have panicked. Called for his connection to the flames even in the darkness or just gone for his weapon so he had some means of defending himself. But, it wasn't a few nights prior, it was the night of... Everything that had gone down, including seeing Grey transform in to a wolf almost immediately upon landing in the dreamscape.

There may have still been an idle moment were he considered bolting, but not from fear, but... Probably something more akin to guilt. He'd watched how quickly the son of Pan had rushed to Ender's side. Couldn't hear the words exchanged considering he'd been, uh, otherwise preoccupied losing his lunch, but still.

"Hey, Grey." The usual energy was lacking, legs drawing up a little more snugly to his chest as he watched his fellow demigod for a few moments, before "is Ender doing okay?" He figured the other would be the best to ask, even just for a nod.

It had been practically impossible for Greyson to get back to sleep after the events of the night, his mind playing things over and over leaving him unable to drift off again into oblivion. Eventually he'd given up altogether, making sure Ender was safe and resting soundly before he'd ventured out into the night.

The woods never scared him, the thick trees and never-ending sounds of life felt like a second home to the son of Pan - a place where he could clear his mind.

He rarely wandered the familiar trails and underbrush human anymore, always taking on one of his animal skins. There was a comfort in the feeling of the forest floor beneath steady paws, the scents of his home so much stronger, sounds so much clearer. Grey had caught the familiar scent of Gabriel even before he heard his voice and stepped out of the darkness slowly as he didn't want to startle the other godling on what was such a tense evening.

#ft; grey #wxldhxrt

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"Guess I'm just feeling a little behind the curve when it comes to some of this, but considering how school went, I'm kind of used to that feeling when it comes to..." A vague gesture of his hand towards all things studying, before listening to Winter as he explained a little of what he knew of Hestia. Made sense, and at the comment on a connection to the hotter side, Gabriel nodded.

"Little bit. Seems like I can pull it out in a fight, and got some control outside of it. I'd do the whole demonstration thing but uh. Fire and old books probably don't mix too well."

               winter kept his full attention to the new godling. he understood everything he said. it was hard coming in, a world that was hidden from them for years. the other male was now figuring out what this life would be like. and with everything that was going on, he wasn't surprised that the other was overwhelmed. " i get it. the ones that came here together at least had something in common, dealing with this together. but you're not the only new person that has arrived, " he smiled. " but there are a lot of us here that are also here to help ease your mind, " he stated.

winter nodded after hearing the question. he knew the basics of her. " she's goddess of the hearth, home, and fire, " he states. " so i'm assuming you have some powers on the hotter side? " he chuckled.

#ft; winter #deathscn

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It was probably a testament to his headspace that Gabriel didn't even fluster at the sight of Jay sinking in to the heat of the baths completely bare. Especially given he was eye level for most of the process, but his head was mostly just...

"Quest. People got hurt." A brief look offered to say nobody died, but then it's. Eyes set on his hands, fingers clenched together in to fists, before relaxing. Clench, relax, clench, relax. A rhythm to it. Trying to chase off the memory of being there. "I couldn't... Do anything to help. They wouldn't look at me, wouldn't..."

He'd never figured out how people could put things like this in boxes. Set them aside, figure the out later Not when it felt so raw. Bleeding still. A rough breath, another, air in, air out. "I'll be fine. Just. Needed to." Not be exposed, which failed horrendously.

The baths were somewhat of a refuge for Jesse. True they were often occupied, but he didn't mind, either for conversation or a little fun on the side, he enjoyed submersing himself in the warm waters and trying to calm down everything going on inside him. If only that helped with what was waiting outside too.

He had not been expecting to find someone already there, but he knew someone trying to hide into themselves when he saw it. "You look a little beaten down, Gabriel," He said, remembering the bright demigod he met at the toga party. Jesse worried for him then and he worries for him now. "What was it? Quest? Dome? Someone in here...?" He removed his towel, walking naked into the bath and letting out a relaxed sigh as the warm water worked his tired muscles.

"Whatever it is, you don't need to hide in here. Not unless you really want to. We've been there."

#ft; jay #bornatnightt

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"There's a reason my snacks stay in my cabin." Less a lack of trust, more an awareness of the fact that anybody who asked for his if they saw them would be more than welcome to them. No ability to say no. The question gave him pause, Simon deciding to start off on a more serious foot than Gabriel had been anticipating, but he could work with it.

"Not at all. They're my reason for coming here." He took a second to consider, before his hand was making a brief rolling motion. "Keep the questions coming. As much as the show's appeciated, I'd rather just. Do a good job of greeting the new guy, not that I'm. Not pretty new myself." An open offer, still unguarded. No pretext of needing anything in return.

Getting a laugh was key. The feeling someone has when letting out a little chuckle, or having to hold themselves up through a belly laugh, it's binding. Little threads winding, reaching and wrapping, building between two people. The ones laughing, and maybe, the one who made them laugh.

Simon needed as many strings to tug on as possible.

So, laugh and make laugh.

"If they're your snacks, I won't put a finger on 'em. Not unless you told me to. then, put a limit on it, or all bets are off." Clarification made as he worked on the reveal. When it happened, he let himself relax a bit. Settle in on the table. "I think I'm gonna ask..." His gaze narrowed, aimed up at Gabriel.

"Do you regret leaving it all behind to come here?"

#ft; simon #abrakabullshit

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Location; Hestia Cabin With; Rio // @riointhedark

"Are you seriously still cold?" There wasn't a hint of judgement in Gabriel's tone, more one of genuine curiosity. The other had mentioned a connection with the cold due to his powers, and how that manifested n... Not being warm. Gabriel had been torn between wanting company and not after everything that had happened in the dreams, and Rio proved to be a safe enough bet for when sleep proved elusive. Probably because the two times he'd found himself in combat, the other had been there, too.

An invitation extended, and thankfully accepted.

The cabin was always practically perfect temperature for the son of Hestia, but maybe it wasn't quite working out well enough for the other. "Sorry, was hoping for something more... Comfortable? For you, I mean." Pushing himself up from where he'd been reclining one of the several sofas in what was essentially the main living space, he offered an apologetic smile.

#ft; rio #riointhedark

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Location; Woods, near the Pan cabin. With; Grey // @wxldhxrt

He'd needed space. It had been the main thought before making his way in to the woods that surrounded the camp. He didn't go far, his awareness of the grounds good enough that he could still make out the shape of the Pan cabin in the distance, backlighted by the ever present fire in the centre of the camp. The shadows left splintering out across the ground, reaching deeper and deeper in the woods.

Gabriel had felt claustrophobic. Like the walls of his cabin were too much, and then it had just felt like the grounds themselves were too much. So, that was what had led to him sitting down. Back against a tree, staring in to space, and breathing. Fresh air. No acrid scratch on his tongue. No sting to his lips as he took a breath. Clean.

Gabe lost track of the time spent there, only snapping from the reverie at the sound of approaching footsteps. Couldn't make out how many, but still hoped that he was lose enough to the boundaries of the camp that he didn't need to worry.

"Hello?"

#ft; greyson #wxldhxrt

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Location; The Baths With; Jay // @bornatnightt

Had he escaped to them because he figured it would be one of the last places somebody may go looking for him? Partially. Okay, it was a distinct majority of the reason. However part of it was also to at least take the advice Romeo had offered of the nymphs offering something to help ease aches in the baths. It was how he came to be there, nearly his entire body submerged, and letting his head rest back.

Head filled with the horror and gore. Of blood, of failure, of all the things he was told not to linger on, time and again. Warned that these things would happen, but it was so different when it was right there. In front of him. His blade attacking... Everybody kept saying monster. Creature. Was that to turn their eyes away from how she'd been just a girl?

He was in the middle of spiralling when the familiar creak of the door's opening, and he... Felt betrayed by his own feet once again guiding him to the communal area. Maybe if he just. Sank down a little more he'd get away with not being here.

#ft; jay #bornatnightt

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Oliver seemed okay. It was basically the first and only thought going through Gabriel's mind for a solid minute after making his way in to the makeshift infirmary. He'd have spent the time to check why not the actual infirmary, but he figured it was a better idea to just. Brush that thought aside for the time being. A guess would have been comfort in familiarity but, again, not his place.

Instead, he moved in when beckoned, eyes immediately falling to the cat keeping Oliver company. And then to the other demigod to properly check him over, offering as best a smile as he could and playing off the comment on it being the sweetest thing.

And then he see's the fact the other's restrained to the bed and his brain has to do like, six different backflips trying to figure out what he'd walked in it. It definitely has his answer delayed for a few moments, even with handing the fruit over.

"I- It's fine. I doubt things would have ended up well if Remy had been, uh, had taken much more than what he had." A slow breath, hand reaching to rub at his neck. "I just wish I could've done more. Realized how much danger you were in as well, or... I think part of what hurt you at the end was my connection or... Part of what I do? I'm sorry." The apologies were quick and easy, not a hint of ego to hold back his view on it. And then he can't help it. "Did I interrupt something? Because I can come back." And, yes, he was looking at the restraints, and then anywhere but them.

Oliver had been petting Dahlia, the ghost black cat that had quickly become a sort of saving grace for the child of Demeter. She was a true comfort, and was keen to keep Oliver company while he was locked up in the Athena cabin. Along with Remy she was one of the only faces he got to see throughout the day.

Looking up to see Gabe in the doorway holding a basket of fruit, Oliver couldn't stop himself from smiling big and bright. The first though to enter his mind that this was a very sweet gesture. The second was that he finally had some potential plants or seedlings to use to make a break for it from his handcuffs. "Is that for me? Why Mr. Freire that is possibly the sweetest thing ah've gotten in a long while."

He waves the man forward, beckoning him further into the make shift medical ward of the Athena cabin. His arms still shine with radiant scars, soft golden lines etching up along his forearms. But the pain has faded, and things have become a bit less tender overall.

"Ahm just peachy keen, but are you okay? Ahm real sorry about what ah had to do... Ah just... Ah knew we had to keep Remy up, and well... Ah really should have explained it better before using that new power on y'all."

#ft; oliver #childofdemeter