Even just 'stern' was very scary, coming from Remington. Nathaniel hadn't seen him look like that since the first day they'd met, and even then it hadn't been this severe. He kept his head down, crawling as quickly into the tent as he could per Remington's guidance. "We're in Rome," he whispered loudly, settling himself on the ground and grabbing a piece of cloth to wrap around himself. "You said that you should be out there fighting so... they're fighting. The tv said that they're marching and fighting and conquering and that's what you said... Because you weren't happy anymore. And that's what you wanted, isn't it?" The more he spoke, though, the less happy Remy looked, and Nathaniel let himself fall silent, dropping his head down and picking at the grass. Remington was very, very unhappy with him.