& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along
Though Remi's lips crinkled into what looked for all the world like a smile, there was no mirth in his eyes. "I honestly did not expect that." He said, tapping his foot beneath the desk as he allowed things to fall into place. Loren...was not the person he thought he was. He well and truly wasn't, and the alchemist couldn't even begin to vocalize just how jarring it was to learn that. "Is it, though?" He asked, his voice shockingly even. Remi didn't think it was. After all, it had taken him a good deal longer than a matter of weeks to replace the Launceleyn.
"The Spark Bird worked well enough on our end." Remi countered softly. "The point is Loren, I do not believe you. I think you stayed at the Temple for some one. I do not believe you that it had anything to do with Wessex and wanting to protect those who remained." And why? Well it was just as the summoner said. His magic didn't prove that useful and what was worse? He hadn't even been willing to risk his own safety for others. Not really the hallmark of a man bent on protecting those around him.
Holding up the book, depicting a crude diagram of a wagon, Remi tapped it slightly. "Leaving."
"The Spark Bird worked well enough on our end." Remi countered softly. "The point is Loren, I do not believe you. I think you stayed at the Temple for some one. I do not believe you that it had anything to do with Wessex and wanting to protect those who remained." And why? Well it was just as the summoner said. His magic didn't prove that useful and what was worse? He hadn't even been willing to risk his own safety for others. Not really the hallmark of a man bent on protecting those around him.
Holding up the book, depicting a crude diagram of a wagon, Remi tapped it slightly. "Leaving."
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.
