Epilogue: Remy
"Obsolete"
So, that was it, then. He was back in his world, far away from Diana and Kliff and everyone else. Did Remy regret his time away? No. In retrospect, it may have made him a better person. He reflected on the memories he still had as Rio, every so often, and it seemed to resonate the tiniest bits. Rio's chivalry, while still annoying, did have its merits, and while Remy didn't understand it fully, he could appreciate the more altruistic types a bit more. Many of them came from a good place of well-meaning.
But still...he still had many questions that needed answering. He wasn't ready to let go of his past, or the pain. But for now, he could enjoy the normalcy of being back home, with his time at Hogwarts behind him.
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Two weeks later...
"Your flat white, sir." The waitress set the cup and saucer down on Remy's table with a smile. While he didn't return it, he did give her a nod and a murmured thank you. The Parisian cafe was bustling at the moment, with people dining alone or with friends. Remy of course dined alone, but he didn't mind it so much. People watching had recently become a hobby of his, something he tried to do to be less hostile towards everyone he met. He hoped it was working even a tiny bit.
"Hey...Remy, right?"
"Hm?" Remy turned in his seat and looked up as someone addressed him.
"Oh. Yes. You are..."
"Yun. Yun Lee. Remember me? You were in Shanghai a while ago, I kicked your butt...?"
Oh. Right.
Yun. Remy remembered that fight, and remembered this guy. Not good memories, either one. A scowl formed on his face, and Yun grinned.
"Oh good, you do remember! But look, before you get ticked off or anything, I'm not here to brag."
"Oh, aren't you?"
"C'mon, man! Look, okay, maybe I was bragging a little, but honestly this is serious. Have you seen this guy?"
Yun produced a picture of some older...drunk Chinese gentleman, one Remy had never seen before.
"This is my uncle, Lee. You seem him anywhere? Maybe even fight him? He's been missing for four months now, and we've been trying to find him."
A thought popped up in the back of Remy's mind. No...it couldn't be, could it? As it had turned out, Remy had only been gone a week in his world, but perhaps Lee could have been pulled in, too? After all, some American mayor had been pulled in with him-Ross, of all people.
"Uh..." How did you tell someone about this type of thing? Yun would think he was crazy for saying anything.
So, Remy merely shook his head.
"No. I haven't. Sorry."
Yun sighed, pocketing the picture.
"Yeah...thanks though. Keep your eyes out, okay? In case he does show up." Yun started to leave, and Remy heard two ladies at the next table over start talking.
"Poor thing. There've been so many disappearances lately. That boy's uncle, that sumo wrestler, even some mayor!"
"But didn't you hear? The mayor came back two weeks ago! I swear, it's some sort of cult business."
"Or it's just what happens to those who get into fights. I wouldn't be surprised if that boy followed in his uncle's footsteps..."
"Yun. Wait."
Yun stopped walking, looking back at Remy.
".....good luck. Hope you find him."
Yun smiled.
"Thanks, man. Have a good one."
Remy sighed, taking a drink of his coffee as Yun left for good. Maybe he was wrong? He hoped so. This type of thing going on...he didn't like it. In fact, he hated it more than fighting. Being taken away, given a new name and memories, getting slaughtered left and right...it was disgusting. But really, what could he do about it?
...well...what
could he do about it. Perhaps this...this could be his new calling in life. Putting his energy towards stopping these things from happening to others rather than getting into needless fights. For one of the few times in his life, Remy smiled, his future suddenly appearing brighter than it had ever been.
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The End...?