Matters of the Soul

"How do any of them know anything?" Remi said with an almost casual shrug. When it came to divine knowledge, the alchemist was hopelessly lost and ignorant. "Hey no," Softly reaching up to grab at Sam's wrist and bring it down into his lap, the alchemist offered the bookmaker and affectionate smile as he gave a slight shake of his head. Sam's tendency towards acts of self-harm, however small, had always weighed heavily on the alchemist both when they were together and not. For everything that he didn't know about the Sage, one thing that Remi did, was that he cared a great deal for Sam. "Was this when he was blighted, by any chance?" Remi asked softly, raising his brows slightly as he squeezed one of Sam's hands. "Because...that was not him. You know it was not." Shaking his head and offering a sunny smile that was short-lived, but genuine, Remi just sighed. "Ronin was blighted because Safrin was. Safrin was because she entered the Spire. None of that had to do with you. Even if he had been blighted from being out in the woods, you did not know what you were doing, by exploring. I do not blame you." Squeezing again and trying to find Sam's gaze, he repeated it: "I do not blame you at all, Sam, and I certainly do not hate you." remi Too long till I drown in your hands