"Be sure to repeat all dat to Warren when you get around to findin' him!" Remy called out as she stormed off. He waited long enough to time someone leaving earshot and walked over to the bed. "She never got 'round to actually apologizin', did she? Et de English insist dey invented manners."
He sighed and turned to Sage, still unconscious and looking disturbingly like someone's potato battery. "But Remy had time to think about all dat was said et done, et... you don't love me. Not really. After all Lady Tessa couldn't stop harpin' about us, et she's part of you. A good lie has a kernel of truth and she knows you, so her doubts were yours. Et if you cannot trust, den it ain't love. Maybe you were just in love wit' de idea of being in love," he added and rubbed his forehead. Pulling out of his pocket the fire opal pendant, he laid it next to her USB. "You don't need Remy around while you put yourself together, Remy'd be a hindrance. Build yourself a good foundation, pick a name for yourself. Remy has some errands to handle, maybe you'll be up by den et can tell me yourself."