My mind is where it bent

As Sam stood, hands clenched and shaking at his sides a look of inexorable confusion creased Remi's soft features as he stared up at Sam, suddenly the picture of anger. His pale eyes scanned the lines of Sam's face, suddenly grown so hardened and distant, while Remi's own eyes were an anguished mixture of sorrow and weariness.  Before he had the chance to try and piece together this reaction, the flat of Sam's hand struck Remi's cheek. The ascended was far stronger than Remi normally gave him credit for, but it was the gesture in and of itself that was truly wounding. With a wide and perplexed gaze, Remi raised a hand to where the flesh of his cheek softly tingled and sparked with pain, red already blooming against his now-pale skin. "Wh—" He started to say, rising slowly, before the string of nearly whole syllables stopped him just as assuredly as the slap had. At some point Remi's mouth had fallen open, and as he stared uncomprehendingly at Sam, his teeth clicked shut at the word whore. It wasn't clear to whom it was directed, all Remi knew was that it better not have been Isla. As Sam turned to leave, Remi sprang (dizzily) to his feet, stretching out a hand to try and halt the man's departure by taking hold of his hand. "Sam, it is us." He said, though there was a predatory sort of growl mixed in with the words. The lion in him did not take to being hit very well. With a shaky breath, he shook his head looking dazzed, and tired, and wounded. "It is not...it wasn't.." Stopping, eyes closing as he tried to organize his thoughts, Remi tried again. "Isla is there all alone. Neither Jigano or Phoebe came to stay with her as they said. I did not want her to not be prepared. She is an ascended yes, but I would prefer her to have my magic or a shift if she was in trouble." Remi managed finally, a touch breathless with adrenaline, still not piecing together what this had to do with he and Sam. remi Too long till I drown in your hands