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[apocalypsewench]

WHO: Lorna Dane and Remy LeBeau
WHERE: The old mansion
WHEN: UHHH whenever they got back from LA?
WARNINGS: IDKKK angst, probably?
SUMMARY: Aftermath from the mission in LA
FORMAT: Paraterrorism, then whatever Ian wants.

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[52cardstud]

He entered the mansion like a wraith blown in through a graveyard, his shoulders tense, his face grave, every movement carrying regret and anger -- quite a bit of anger, if one knew where to look for it -- as if they were physical things that could shackle on to the ground. The door opened silently, and his footsteps carried him just as quietly down the hall, years and years worth of training helping him to mask what Remy was appropriately telling himself had to be a walk of shame.

When he saw Lorna, his breath hitched in his throat. He had failed her; had failed his entire team, really, but doing it to Lorna hurt the most. He was supposed to be protecting her, was, he had said, supposed to be looking out for her. And, instead, he had slipped away -- like a coward, so much like a coward; it's what he always was -- when the going went rough.

He'd never be an X-man again.

Remy said nothing as he stood there in the doorway, waiting for her to lay into him.

[apocalypsewench]

The second she felt him enter the room, her eyes glanced up, and she glared at him. The amount of trust Lorna had in Remy was actually quite large. She believed in the things he said, believed that he would try and help her with her problems. Yet, look how that turned out. There was so much she wanted to say, but only one word came out.

"Hello," she greeted, ice coating her tone.

Well. It was a start.

[52cardstud]

It was almost a physical blow, was what that greeting was. Remy tensed, balling his fists hard enough to drive the knuckles white before replying. Today most certainly would not end well for him.

"Hello."

Again, he remained silent. Let come what may, and let him suffer for it. Only him. Always him.

[apocalypsewench]

"Is that all you're going to say?" Lorna began, her voice turning a little angry. "No explanations, just 'hello'?"

Lorna hoped she didn't lose control of her powers; just speaking with Scathach after that had made her fingers spark up. Would that happen here?

"You left us."

What she really meant, though, was you left me.