[And the tail end of his last word seems to fade out as the memory swirls to the forefront; there's Reim, looking much the same as he does now, with bandages on his face and head, so it can't have been more than a few days ago. The room is small but cozy, a dining room of some sort that's trying- and failing- to serve breakfast to a trio of young people who are all, while Reim watches, shouting at each other. Mostly the little blonde, a young man who's clearly on the verge of a breakdown, shouting in the face of reason and logic about how his uncle is, and the others keep trying to reason with him, and all the while Reim sits there, his thoughts starting in the sympathetic before slowly creeping into the frustrated.
This won't do at all, he thinks, and crosses over to the young man in a few strides and boxes him quite soundly around the ears, which instantly stops all conversation and shouting in the room as they all stare at him. Then it's Reim who raises his voice, and shakes him by the shoulders, and drops to one knee in front of him to offer words of encouragement that are as much for himself as anyone else—
"I know you're worried about them, but please try to stay calm." Incredibly difficult; it makes my stomach hurt. "First we need to process the information that we have."
Which is very little, and it's been days, and you children are the only people I care about that I can truly confirm are still alive.
And he's smiling, and his easy countenance makes the rest of the room let out a tense breath, and he's diffused another room full of emotions about to boil over, while he speaks again - "Don't worry— Xerxes Break won't be killed so easily. You can take my word for it!"
And his thoughts run counter to his own words, circling around each other and all but stumbling from one thought to the next-
probably
ideally
he'd better not die that easily, that idiot—
Then, all at once, the memory winks out of sight, and Reim is standing there holding Connor's hand, brow furrowed and looking curious. Cool, that was fun.]
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[And the tail end of his last word seems to fade out as the memory swirls to the forefront; there's Reim, looking much the same as he does now, with bandages on his face and head, so it can't have been more than a few days ago. The room is small but cozy, a dining room of some sort that's trying- and failing- to serve breakfast to a trio of young people who are all, while Reim watches, shouting at each other. Mostly the little blonde, a young man who's clearly on the verge of a breakdown, shouting in the face of reason and logic about how his uncle is, and the others keep trying to reason with him, and all the while Reim sits there, his thoughts starting in the sympathetic before slowly creeping into the frustrated.
This won't do at all, he thinks, and crosses over to the young man in a few strides and boxes him quite soundly around the ears, which instantly stops all conversation and shouting in the room as they all stare at him. Then it's Reim who raises his voice, and shakes him by the shoulders, and drops to one knee in front of him to offer words of encouragement that are as much for himself as anyone else—
"I know you're worried about them, but please try to stay calm." Incredibly difficult; it makes my stomach hurt. "First we need to process the information that we have."
Which is very little, and it's been days, and you children are the only people I care about that I can truly confirm are still alive.
And he's smiling, and his easy countenance makes the rest of the room let out a tense breath, and he's diffused another room full of emotions about to boil over, while he speaks again - "Don't worry— Xerxes Break won't be killed so easily. You can take my word for it!"
And his thoughts run counter to his own words, circling around each other and all but stumbling from one thought to the next-
probably
ideally
he'd better not die that easily, that idiot—
Then, all at once, the memory winks out of sight, and Reim is standing there holding Connor's hand, brow furrowed and looking curious. Cool, that was fun.]