Sinister nodded. "Indeed. However, my work is, and has always been, about evolution. From what she has observed, the gods breed very rarely, and their blood tends to dissipate. Demigodhood rarely persists after the second generation. That is of little use."
He continued to sew, his sutures neat. "And most of my equipment is gone. That will be the task I set for you to keep her safe. For your life, and you will die if you refuse, rest assured, the stakes must, of course, be higher. I will give you the tools you need to accomplish the mission I have in mind."
He wanted to know what the children of this place looked like. All he needed were samples, bits, really. Remy had his limits, which made him imperfect for the job, but none of the marauders were here, and he didn't have the data he needed to make more.