[i]Remy, in the meantime, had hopped off the wall, and was now sitting against it, back pressed against the stone and his gaze pointed skyward once more. Once Frisky returned, he was confused yet again. She didn't look like someone who could harvest souls, but then again, maybe it wasn't the time to ask. She had managed to murder something, nearly getting killed in the process, by the looks of it, and that was enough for Remy. The cuck held his right hand out for the jar, the left disappearing into.. somewhere. Once it came back into view, he was holding a large, black orb, equally pitch black flames coming from it. As the man held it, he saw every memory the owner of it had in short flashes, making him blinking rapidly a few times. [/i] "I won't ask how you managed to harvest it, but here. Give me the jar first, however.." [spoiler]Is it because she's ginger? Huehuhe [/spoiler]