The muscles in Remy's jaw tightened and she clenched her hands into fists, visible signs of the anger she was trying hard to suppress. How could he leave? Doesn't he know how much Patience loves him, selfish fucking bastard! "Of course it's a load of shit. He's... he's just being a fucking coward." Remy shook with the force of her anger now and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. This was something only a spell could fix, but she'd do that later and maybe, just maybe, Torque might live.
The very fact that things weren't exploding around her was a testament to how much restraint Remy had. Aside from the picture frame that lay in pieces on the floor, she was doing pretty good and she was mildly proud of herself. Although she didn't like to think about it, Remy knew she had another power and she'd played with it before, but mainly it came out when she was angry.
"So, what are your cats named?" Remy said, changing the subject abruptly because she wasn't about to let Lia go on and potentially hurt her.