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the_five_signs (the_five_signs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Remus was propped up with his back against one of the walls inside the museum, flipping through a book he'd salvaged days ago from the library. It was a little moldy and it smelled bad, but it was something to read, at least. And when that other werewolf showed up, Remus let out a slow breath and closed the book.

"I don't want something that's going to do me any good, Oz, I want.. I don't know. Right now, I just want to sit here." Sit here and pretend to read, while he thought about what happened before, and what he'd done to poor Rose. Someone he'd come to very much like. Perhaps he even had a little crush on her. But it didn't matter, because she (and everyone else here) saw him only as a child. Someone who needed to be protected and looked after. Strangely, the only one he wanted looking out for him was the woman who was supposed to kill him. Selene. For some strange reason, he felt very safe with her.

"If you'd like, you can sit with me." It was a quiet offer as he pat the ground next to him.