[i]Remy froze for just a moment, his breathing speeding up and going rather shallow - he was hyperventilating.. While the man wasn't fearful of death itself, he was fearful of the insanity that came with it. The Hollowing. The thought that he'd one day go insane, turning into a mindless, soul-hungering monster was terrifying to him, even though he, himself, had done some truly terrible things in the past. He then spoke, his voice surprisingly calm and still, not shaking in the slightest, [/i] "But, sir.. How dost thou expect this one to stand.. when his legs are dangling off this edge, and with that.. firearm pressed in his neck?" [i]He hesitantly used the word "firearm", having only recently learned it - though that wasn't his only reason for hesitating.. he wasn't certain that it was a gun. Remy didn't wait for an answer, his gloved hands placing themselves at his sides, and pushing himself off the edge. [/i]