the house that built me

Remi ran a hand over his eyes. "It sounded like more of a threat at the time." The alchemist said with a slight shake of his head. "Be careful about asking for a purpose, I might just give you one." He mimed, close as he could recall to the words the cloaked god had actually used. Glancing up, Remi studied Jigano's face for a long while. He looked lost and pensive rather than thoughtful, sighing out an unhappy and frustrated breath at the end of what appeared to be an unsuccessful inner argument. "I don't know. With Aoife gone, it all feels changed. I care so little about anything or anyone anymore. There's really only Ronin now. I suppose..if it all has no meaning, if there isn't anything more to this life than muddling through...Why be good at all? Why be kind? Why care?" remi Too long till I drown in your hands