Remieverse- in a hotelroom

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Rage, brought on by a night of remourseful drinking, coursed through Logan's veins as he snarled, chucking the hotel room's last vase at the wall near his shadow, the woman was always following him, always there, always quiet.

"&*#$ you!" he thundered, approaching her, blood in his eyes. There wasn't even a glimmer of Remie in this woman, not a life-filled, joyus, loud Cajun bone in her body, and he was sick of it.

He raised his clawed fists, mind gonig blank but for the picture this woman couldn't fill, snarling as he finally cornered the only one to duck out during his temper tantrums and imediatly return.

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"An' if she wishes otherwise?" He looked at their hands.

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"She wouldn't say anythin'," he said sadly. "But if I found out... it'd be too late fer it ta change. But I'd do what I could ta free her of me."

He looked at her, then suddenly felt incredibally depressed at the idea of her leaving him. He didn't have a shot Remie anymore, but that wasn't the only reason he wanted to keep her near, even if he wasn't sure why else other than being alone and honor.

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"A word of advice?" offered the doctor softly.

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"Yeah?" her grunted, looking up.

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"Keep thine prize." He glanced at his watch and walked out of the room.

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He blinked, then looked at her thoughtfully, before he nodded and settled in beside her.