REMI
Remi watches her, the way she takes his words and tucks them away, the quiet solemnity in her response. He’s used to people coming to him with questions about Mort, about death, about the things that linger beyond it—but Alys isn’t looking for closure, isn’t looking for something to ease her grief. She’s looking for understanding, for something more than just answers.
That, if nothing else, earns his respect.
"You don’t owe me anything," he says simply, shaking his head as she offers to return the favour. "But if you ever need help, I hope you’ll ask." His lips twitch slightly, something wry but not unkind. His wings shift slightly at his back, his own thoughts already beginning to pull him forward, toward the next step in Mort’s task, toward home. With a final glance at Alys, he dips his head in a quiet nod. "Good luck," he murmurs, and then, without ceremony, the Bastion steps back, his presence slipping into the woods as effortlessly as if he’d never been there at all.
~FIN
That, if nothing else, earns his respect.
"You don’t owe me anything," he says simply, shaking his head as she offers to return the favour. "But if you ever need help, I hope you’ll ask." His lips twitch slightly, something wry but not unkind. His wings shift slightly at his back, his own thoughts already beginning to pull him forward, toward the next step in Mort’s task, toward home. With a final glance at Alys, he dips his head in a quiet nod. "Good luck," he murmurs, and then, without ceremony, the Bastion steps back, his presence slipping into the woods as effortlessly as if he’d never been there at all.
~FIN
Who are you? They ask. Death?
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Sometimes... I say. But not today
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
