"...Who do you need to shoot?" [i]Olivia scoffed slightly at this, shaking her head as red hair blew slightly in the chilly winds of oncoming winter. She didn't want Remy to die, but...[/i] "...A guy named...R-Remy. Look, I...I don't want him to die, okay? Just... I...I thought I loved him. Hell, I did, and I got drunk, and...we, um...had sex."