Nora straightened and looked toward Lane, shrugging her shoulder.  "Times change.  And just because they don't think ill of me, doesn't mean I hold the same opinion for them."  Nora's gaze shifted from Lace to Remy.  Deep down, she knew he wasn't the bad guy here.  He was just the messenger.  She wasn't even sure the Syndicate was truly an evil organization, but they had some questionable methods and some even more questionable members.  As she looked at him, some of her fury faded from her gaze.  It wasn't his fault she lost Will.  It wasn't his fault that this Sinclair guy had fucked with her best friend.  Sinclair had found Lane because of what she was and what her great-grandmother had left to her.  It wasn't as if Nora could have protected her from that legacy.<br/><br/>Lane looked up at Nora, as if questioning whether or not she should answer Remy's question.  Nora crossed her arms in front of her chest and offered a soft nod.  Based on what Lane had told her, it was hard to tell if this guy was an actual sociopath or just an asshole who had taken advantage of Lane's huge heart and inability to stop herself from helping people.  The fact that he was on the outs with the Syndicate could really put him in either camp, but it definitely signaled to her that he was some sort of rebel.<br/><br/>Lane pushed out a sigh and her posture relaxed a little.  "I know he's old.  I know he had a relationship with my ancestor, who I'm the reincarnated version of....I know he doesn't seem to actually have abilities, not like mine or Nora's, just stuff he's experimented with and gained over the years.  I know he wanted my family grimoire and he seemed okay with using me to get it,"  She paused and her brow furrowed then.  Nora watched Lane's face and she could tell the gears were spinning behind the blond woman's eyes.  Lane was obviously still processing all of this.  Nora worried she might share more than she intended to, due to the sense of betrayal she so clearly felt.  "Or maybe he actually cared and he's just so fucked he couldn't deal with that."  Lane shrugged her shoulders and opened her mouth to continue, but Nora stepped in.  She held up a hand, firm but gentle, to let Lane know it was probably best to end it there.<br/><br/>"Why do they want him?  What do they want from him?"  Nora said, stepping forward a little bit to place herself a bit closer to Remy.  It was a protective move.  "She doesn't need to be in the middle of this, the fucker broke her heart and stole her shit, so I think by all accounts, she's the wronged party here.  Now, if the goal is to get her stuff back, then I'm probably on board to help out with that, even if my philosophies differ from yours."  Nora understood what it was to need to heal and recover from a broken heart, even if hers had been shattered by loss in a very different way from Lane's.  There had been times she wondered if her heart would ever truly mend, or if there would always be a hole in it, in the shape of her dead husband.  At least Lane had the chance at some justice and maybe a chance to have a new life.  A better life.<br/><br/>"So why don't you tell us what your plan is, and then we can decide if it's something we want to help with?"