xp_logs | Backdated: Remy, Sarah

Backdated like crazy to back when Sarah first came to Snow Valley, Sarah and Remy run into each other on the roof. No death is involved. Shocking.

Well, this is when it happens, Remy considered, looking over his shoulder. He'd made it a point to have a few chairs lugged up to the roof, and spent time up there at night, watching the lights of the city and listening to the East Village seethe around him. Obviously, the former monster had decided to switch from the basement for the roof. He lit a cigarette and settled back further in his chair.

"Evening Sarah."

Sarah hung back towards the door, her face obscured by the darkness. Damn it. God fucking damn it. She just wanted some peace and quiet not next to somebody who had been involved in the murder of her family, was that so much to ask?

"LeBeau," she replied flatly, "I'll find somewhere else."

"Sure dat you will. Stay out of de basement. It's mostly heating and an escape hatch to de sewers." Remy took a sip from his flask, placing it carefully down on the roof when he was finished. "Dey should have sorted out a room for you by now."

"I wasn't planning on retreating to the basement, thanks for your concern," she growled, annoyed that he could be so calm about it. Slimy bastard was just sitting there like he'd never done anything wrong in his fucking life. "I needed some fresh air."

"Good luck finding dat in New York." Remy took a drag off his cigarette. The hostility was coming off her in waves, and he couldn't blame her. Still, the mutters he'd been getting were that Frost was going to keep Sarah in the Centre, if she agreed.

"It's a figure of speech asshole. I've been cooped up too long inside the building." She scratched at her shoulder, pulling a thin shard from just above her shoulder blade. Why was it she always ended up in the same place as him, and why the fuck didn't she kill him when she had the chance?

"Big city around here. Sure dat you can find somewhere you more comfortable." Remy leaned back lazily. If she was looking for a fight, she could have it, but Remy wasn't about to let her think he'd somehow engineered this. He didn't blame Sarah for hating him, but he wasn't about to assume the blame she wanted.

Sarah didn't move, standing in the shadows with her arms crossed. "Wouldn't want to get too comfortable though. I hear that's what happens right before they send in the people like you."

"You already killed de person dat sent me. What else you looking for?" Remy almost grinned in the darkness. He lived with the massacre he'd started on the Morlocks for a long time. Her posturing wasn't going to faze him.

"In a perfect world, I'd have killed you when I killed him." She paused for a moment, shaking her head. "But this isn't a perfect world, and I thought I'd be okay. I thought I'd moved on when I came back here, and here you are, the last final reminder of everything I've fucked up, and it's not my fault, but I'm the only one who carries it. You killed my family, Remy, and why am I the only person bothered by this?" Her voice raised as she spoke, until she was finally shouting at him over the low roar of the city below them, or the roar of the blood pounding in her own ears. She couldn't tell anymore.

"Dis isn't about your family, Sarah. Dat's a convienant excuse you use because you don't want to face de idea dat one day you have to actually move on and make your life defined by something other den revenge." Remy shook his head. "Gambit is dead. He's gone. De CIA psychically scoured him out of existance when dey decided to try and hide dere tracks. De most powerful telepath in de world confirmed dat."

"So what's left, neh?" He took another swallow from the flask. "Once I'm dead, do you go after de rest of de team sent in dere? De analysts dat fucked up de data? De support crew? Where do you see it ever stopping, Sarah, because you not stupid enough to think dat my death is de last step."

Oh fuck it. She wasn't getting anywhere having a hissy-fit up on the roof of the building, dredging up things that seemed to only be an issue because she couldn't cope. Her breathing slowed, and there was a long pause while she worked to pull the bone growth back inside again. "No, and I think I'm entitled to be a mildly bitter about that. Any sort of closure means running around in homicidal circles again, and I'm too worn down for that sort of thing."

"So den do something about it. Whether or not you believe it, Sarah, dere's not a moment dat goes by without de horrors of all de things Gambit has done going through my mind. I didn't get a choice to be another but a witness to things even worse den what happened to de Morlocks. If you're looking for revenge, den you've got it." Remy stowed the flask away in his jacket.

"I can't possibly ever atone for de actions dat I didn't control, but I can try and make sure dat de next Gambit dat comes along never gets de chance to do what I did. You can't bring back your family either, but you can save someone elses. I know dat Frost has offered you a place to stay. Wisdom can give you a place to matter if you want it."

Sarah's expression remained neutral, but her hands on her hips made it very clear what she was thinking. "If I do end up staying here, it won't be because of you, so you can give it up now. Just because the universe has a sick sense of humour and keeps throwing us back in the same vicinity doesn't mean I have any interest in your sales pitch."

"Non, Remy well aware dat if you end up staying here, and if Wisdom hires you on, it for your own reasons." Remy actually smiled. "I also know dat if dis happens, eventually I'm going to have to trust you at some point, and you will be in de position to have me killed."

He shrugged his jacket straight and headed for the door back down to the third floor. "I think dat's going to be an interesting day, don't you?"

As he vacated the roof, Sarah settled herself not-too-close to the edge, pulling a cigarette from the pack in her back pocket. "I can barely stand the anticipation."