Remy can hardly believe anything he's hearing. Peace talks. Bettering the world. Doing good.

But why does doing good mean he has to be left behind? To be the one with a broken heart?

It isn't fair.

"You never wanted to make things 'official'. I respected dat. I played the swamp rat." Remy's voice is bitter. He's trying to swallow down all the hurt.

He wants. God, he just wants.

"I wager dat fool will break your heart in two... Til then? We be friends, mon ami. Jus' friends." Remy rises from his seat. He adjusts his crisp, white suit. He's ready to see himself out.