Matters of the Soul

"Oh, I see." The alchemist said with a distracted nod. He supposed that made sense. It was probably the best that Ronin did know then, in case Delah sent a letter or worse, showed up here herself to demand answers. "That sounds wise. I...wonder if the fae knew. That there was a portal there. They did always think Mathair was special..?" "Hey, no of course not." The alchemist replied instantly, curling his finger's around Sam's and then adding his other hand around that. Looking up with an earnest smile, Remi shook his head. "I do not think the ascended are inherently bad, no matter what the Voice has done in the past, or what she will continue to do." Tugging in a breath and wishing there was more he could offer the bookmaker other than his words, the alchemist merely sighed softly. "And no. You have never done anything she has asked if you thought it was wrong, have you?" remi Too long till I drown in your hands