This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi watches the subtle shift in Liam’s posture with a quiet sort of attentiveness, not invasive, just the natural pull of someone used to reading others in silence as much as in speech. His head tilts slightly at the mention of time spent alone, the corner of his mouth tugging in a faint, sympathetic smile.
"There’s no shame in taking time," he says after a moment, voice quieter now, less like conversation and more like a confession. "After the war, after all the fallout from it...I don’t think I spoke to anyone outside of my family for nearly a year. Even now, most days, I’d rather be somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can keep the people I love close, and the rest of the world far away."
He glances again to the red-glowing river, a shadow flickering in his expression before it's softened by something warmer. "Truly, were it not for Ludo giving me up, so to speak, to Mort, I think I might have found my way back there."
"There’s no shame in taking time," he says after a moment, voice quieter now, less like conversation and more like a confession. "After the war, after all the fallout from it...I don’t think I spoke to anyone outside of my family for nearly a year. Even now, most days, I’d rather be somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can keep the people I love close, and the rest of the world far away."
He glances again to the red-glowing river, a shadow flickering in his expression before it's softened by something warmer. "Truly, were it not for Ludo giving me up, so to speak, to Mort, I think I might have found my way back there."
REMI
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.
