"Remembering aint de problem, Chere. Or rather, too much de problem," Remy said, voice tight and strained. He slumped and shook his head. "'M broken, girl. Sage grew back what Sinister cut out, all de power 'n no control. War, he's me with control but only by cutting off feeling. Can't feel burning, can't feel pain can't feel... grief at all de bodies under our feet."
Tendrils of steam or smoke drifted above him. "I looked for something to stop my powers, but nothing helped. En Sabah Nur, he found me and. I'm sorry, Anna... I was too gone to even pretend to be brave anymore." He sighed and closed his eyes. "Taking me out, puts him back a step and stops me from ruining anything else."