"I know, that's why I tried to make get them to agree to letting you join the Legion again without a collar, but to no avail. You shouldn't accept the terms. It's better to not be in the Legion, but keep your freedom. I tried, I'm sorry it didn't work out", she said. "It might be better to train yourself and the Gifted at the Keep in case they will realise they need Gifted to fight the Eldouir, but even that doesn't sound ideal. I don't want anyone to have to die to deal with this issue." She bit her lip, a nervous tic she had developed over the years, and thought.

Remiel was rubbing the backs of his hands, he readjusted on the seat they shared by sitting on the edge leaned over. He felt anxious, "They'll see it as an act of aggression if I go off training Gifteds up, or that's how I feel they will see it," previous thoughts spilled out, "Submitting to the collar doesn't just make me a target of the Eldouir...The Sons? Anti-Gifted? But..but if I don't take a collar I will be kept so far from everything what good will I be?" he had to stand to breath, "Other Gifteds will say I'm a coward, another family submitting to the Crown and then what...another Eldouir family? Will they use me as a weapon to start hunting my own kind?"

Scout wished she could do and say more. It hurt her to see how anxious Remiel was. She scooted over a bit so he could stand and looked up at him. "A collar is out of the question. I'd rather have you not involved but free than collared and used as bait." She rubbed her face with her hands and leaned back a little. "If you keep doing what you were doing at the Keep before, they shouldn't see it as an act of aggression. The only drawback is that the Keep is far."

Remiel felt like pacing but he stood still, he couldn't do a collar either as he had described before it felt like being choked but able to breath. Being cut off from his Gift was unpleasant especially after going his entire life of having it and then not, it left a void like the ones that were left of his memories.

Sighing Remiel rubbed between his brows, "And I'm sure the surge in troops around Lorendale will leave very few to spare," not that he'd get them without wearing a collar.

"We'll figure this out," Remiel told her looking down at her, fighting defeat in his shoulders once again, "We will. I do need to speak with your Uncle..."

Talking to Tybalt Zane seemed like the only option they had left, so she nodded. "I can write him, invite him over, if you want", she said. She could deliver a letter to the guards outside of the palace, who could get it to Tybalt. "You can stay here, of course, in the meanwhile."

Remiel sunk down to a knee in front of Scout so they could be eye level again, "I think for the time being I'm going to rent a place and stay closer, I can't stay here not only for your safety but for your reputation too," with this vendetta against him from the Prince, they couldn't take the chance of any wild scandals.

"The Bronze Lion, that's where I'll be."

She nodded, her thoughts trailing off a little. "Okay", she said. "That might be better. I hope you can get into contact with Tybalt soon." She smiled, placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing it. "Stay in touch, please."

Remiel reached one hand up to lay over the one she had touched his face with, pressing it into his face and weakly smiling.

"As soon as I reach him, I'll let you know, I promise I will stay in touch," and before standing up Remiel lightly kissed her on the lips. Soft and just long enough for both of them to remember. He would turn to leave if she didn't stop him.

[Exit Remiel?]