what have I done

Remi's expression softened slightly, but with confusion and intrigue. She couldn't feel the warmth? It was fascinating as much as it was concerning. A smile trembled on Remi's lips as Isla wiggled her toes, but as her eyes rose back to his the smile cracked and faded. "Some of the greatest minds often are." The alchemist consoled gently, his fingers tightening around her once more until it occurred to him that this gesture probably no longer held any real significance for her anymore. That was strange. Physical comfort had never really been the alchemist's strong suit, and yet to know that it was now completely inert was...strange, to say the least. "Home? No. It's the middle of the night and even if you can't feel the cold—" Pausing, Remi gave the medic a softly intrigued look. "—You can't feel it...but does it still effect you the same?" The scientific part of Remi's mind wanted to sweep Isla inside and test the limits of just what it was she'd done to herself. Of course that was a horrible first thought, especially with what seemed like they were tears staining her cheeks. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times