It served as a helpful reminder that, despite their seemingly-aligned goals, the girl couldn’t be trusted. Remy either, but they hadn’t been particularly inclined to trust him in the first place.
“I see,” Orae said. It seemed safest. “I know the rest, of course. Admittedly, I am somewhat curious as to how you found the Hafton cache-” she reacted almost imperceptibly – related to the lie, then, “-but I suppose that isn’t really so important, as much as where it led you next.”
As one, they both glanced at Remy.
“What?” he asked. “Is there something on my face?”
Zarah’s eyes twitched. “We’ve both shared our side of things,” Orae cut in smoothly. “It seems only fair that you do the same.”
“Oh, sure, okay. You’re sure there’s nothing on my face, though?”
“Hm.” Remy shrugged, then passed a hand over his mouth anyway. “Okay so the thing is, I’m like, not supposed to talk about some of this stuff? So you’ll have to tell me if I say something I’m not supposed to.”
“We…” Zarah said slowly, “tell you when you say something we aren’t supposed to know.”
“…but if we know what it is, then we already… know what it is.”
“…oh.” Remy’s face fell. “Oh, shoot-darn. Um, okay. Just uh… hm.” He seemed genuinely discombobulated. “Man, I really don’t want to have to kill you guys!”
Orae started to make a comment about his confidence, remembered the man flying off into the stratosphere, and reconsidered.
“If you say anything,” Zarah said, completely po-faced, “we promise not to tell.”
“Oh, perfect! Thanks so much.”
Orae wasn’t sure if it was less scary, knowing the boy was this naive, or even more so. No, scratch that – it was definitely much more scary.
“So,” Remy started, “basically the folks back at home got kinda PO-ed at me, again, but this time even more so than normal cause I ‘destroyed a sacred vineyard’ or whatever, except this time instead of just, y’know, throwing me in The Pit like normal, they’re like ‘ooh Remembrance we have a special mission for you!’. They always call me Remembrance, it’s like- weird, but nice? You know?”
Orae already had so many questions.
“Next thing I know, I’m on a float out of Jenae with an itinerary and the name Yanis Metzin. Apparently, she’s like- got something? Or knows something? Or- something? And she’s not supposed to, so I’m supposed to find her and, you know. Make her un-know it.”
“You can do that?” Zarah asked.
“Oh, no, I was just- I’m supposed to kill her. I just… I thought that was like a funny way of phrasing it.”
Considering his level of eloquence up to this point, Orae actually thought it was a fairly decent effort. “They just… set you loose?” The question of who ‘they’ was could be addressed later.
“Well, kinda? Like…” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “I mean, uh, don’t mention this if anyone like official asks, but they don’t really… like me?”
“Official like who?” Orae asked.
Remy shrugged. “You know. Official. The Chival or whatever. Uh, anyone from Kallus too. And Sessate? I mean, do they even have Sessate here? Really, just like, anyone who’s… anyone, I guess.”