Heads on a science apart

"Can you...Can you read my thoughts?" Remi asked clumsily, not really sure what the parameters of being a god entailed—or if that's what Ludo actually was—but given the tone of his voice it certainly seemed as though he thought Remi did. As the snowball flew towards the alchemist, Remi's eyes widened as it struck him straight in the chest. Looking down as the snow fluttered away towards his feet, Remi expected to suddenly be turned to snow (or ice, more likely), or have some sort of magical something come from the act. When it didn't, Remi looked up perplexed in a naively painful sort of way, as his hands idly rose to gently brush the snow away. Before he could say anything more Ludo fixed him with his masked-stare and Remi stiffened slightly. As the being neared, Remi swallowed, pale eyes growing wide. He was not so masculine as to want to try and prove himself tough before a god, but nor did he want to allow himself to recoil completely. Remi smelled nothing, could see nothing, could feel nothing despite the closeness of the mask and Ludo's dark shape. Still his eyes tried to scan and see something in the strange creature. Exhaling a warm puff of air as Ludo pulled back, Remi sighed gratefully unsure what to make of being called strange in this context, but deciding not to comment on it. Although Remi's instinct was of course to say no immediately, he did allow himself a moment to wonder. He had no real purpose here (however nice his shop was). No Loren. No Ianto. He had Ronin and Vai and Isla who would likely be sad if he was gone, but was that enough to keep him here? Smiling sadly, Remi shook his head. "No...but why do you ask? This is the second time. Why do you want me to die?" REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me