all that was me, is gone

Remi gasped, the pain almost too much, too vivid, too close to all that he'd been trying to let him experience. But not like this. This was— —love bloomed. The pain faded away like a memory, and though Remi's eyes fluttered with withheld tearsd, he saw his daughter's unruly curls, her pudgy fingers, how her chins multiplied with the magnitude of her laughter. It knocked the wind out of him more than the pain had. "A celebration.." The alchemist repeated, as if dazed or drugged, his mind not quite keeping up. Turning stunned and wide green eyes towards the pale figure beside the statue, Remi's brows furrowed for a moment in confusion before he understood. Or thought he did, anyway. "..is that what you do then? With the souls you take?"' He managed, stifling a sob as his eyes continually threatened to close if only to try and brighten the already-vivid images of his child. Яemi I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris