& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along
"Is it though? I am not even sure we like each other at this point." Normally when you were fond of someone you didn't criticize everything they did the way that he and Loren seemed to. Raising a brow at the mention of the shells and the parchment, the alchemist could only shrug uncertainly. "You cannot keep doing this, Loren." Remi said after a moment. "You wait until the very last moment and then claw your way back towards friendship. But the rest of the time? When you act like you only care about yourself? You push me away and only when I say I will finally leave, do you ask me to stay. But I cannot keep being like this, with you. You have to care before it all crumbles, not after." There was no judgement in his voice now, no anger. Just sadness. The truth was, Remi really had no idea how much more of himself he could give to someone who treated him so selfishly. He didn't know how many more apologies he could hear.
"Oh. I would have thought you would have heard by now." Remi replied, swiping a hand wearily across his eyes. "A group of us are meant to guard the portals and keep the ascended from activating more of them." The disdain in his voice was more than evident.
"Oh. I would have thought you would have heard by now." Remi replied, swiping a hand wearily across his eyes. "A group of us are meant to guard the portals and keep the ascended from activating more of them." The disdain in his voice was more than evident.
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.
