the last blues we're ever gonna have

This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts

"Of course." Remi says with an immediate nod of his head, finding that he absolutely did mean it. "There are plenty of interesting things to find in the Cordilerra, and though I am sure your shop already carries the sorts of plants that are hard to come by, what you bring back from the mountains will really set you apart."  

As for adventuring? Shooting his son a crooked smile and seeing all too clearly the man he loved above all else in Mateo's expression, Remi can only nod once more. "You have certainly grown, but you are not too big for me to carry you." He says with a grin, before glancing around the little schooner. "That is assuming you would not want to risk bringing her along." Reaching out to touch a bit of the wall panelling, Remi can see just as clearly as if it had been the day before, he and Mateo fitting boards together, angling the joints, and daydreaming together about the adventures they would take.

Remi was late in fulfilling that particular promise, but just lately he'd realized that immortality did not in fact mean he had all the time in the world, and he meant to make up for all that he'd wasted.

~FIN

REMI