Remi gave a half-hearted shrug. "I wouldn't know a thing to make her believe or come out of her world of denial. Despite my job on the Exiles, I'm not good at giving hope to those who don't want it. Her Uncle Ben would be the better choice."

He set his half-full glass on the table. He nervously rotated it with his thumb and forefinger. "Nothing. She had made her displeasure known about me even trying to be her brother, so I avoided her. I felt I would rather not bother her than get figuratively spit on again."