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Yeah, been there. [He had been a victim of Mesmero's powers as well, forced to steal for him, until Mags caught wind of it and put it to an end.

Remy nodded his head as she spoke, a though flashing through his mind to throw a smile on, try and diffuse the situation, but the instant it did he knew it wouldn't work. Not with her, she knew his fake smiles and didn't appreciate them, not in such serious times. This was just all... very unsettling.] Ain't a bad way to go out, cherie, well, gettin' chance for a kiss, not so much the rest of it all. [Remy's rather glad he missed that enlisting, the one he had been forced on had been bad enough. Though killing zombies did seem a better contrast to killing cultists, being already dead did take away the guilt of it all.

Her own echos of fear, desperation was tough to swallow, all too easy to sympathize with it. It also didn't help that darkened mood Remy was trying to ignore, trying not to think about words Kitty had mentioned. About how 'he' had failed at another relationship, that he hadn't been enough in that world either. It played on his insecurities, stuff he ignored where there, hide from everyone, even himself. Yep, nope, totally not thinking that... oh, hm. This mind joining thing was hard.]