He said "I bet you don't remember me"
The witch’s one good eye narrows until it is little more than a suspicious slit; the other bulges wetly from its socket as Remi stoops forward, and somehow, with the movement alone, he seems to grow. His shoulders swell beneath the frog-patterned apron, his stomach rounding more grotesquely over the tight waistband, until the doorway behind him appears much too small to contain him properly. Remi’s head tips to one side, his crooked nose almost brushing the chocolate door as he peers down at Kaisel with all the dreadful consideration of someone deciding precisely how much salt a recipe requires.
"Cross yer heart an’ hope t’die?" he rasps, wiry brows climbing high over his mismatched eyes.
His gaze drops pointedly to the glossy brown ring around Kaisel’s mouth, then returns to the boy-soldier’s face. A gnarled finger rises between them, wagging once in slow, ominous warning. "’Cause y’know what happens t’little boys who lie, don’tcha?"
"Cross yer heart an’ hope t’die?" he rasps, wiry brows climbing high over his mismatched eyes.
His gaze drops pointedly to the glossy brown ring around Kaisel’s mouth, then returns to the boy-soldier’s face. A gnarled finger rises between them, wagging once in slow, ominous warning. "’Cause y’know what happens t’little boys who lie, don’tcha?"
and I said "only ever other memory"
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.
