you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Easily Remi absolved Ronin his momentarily selfish misunderstanding with a quick shake of his head. "You know we had spoken about me...maybe taking Ludo up on its offer of a purpose?" The alchemist paused, waiting for either understanding or a need for clarification to flash across Ronin's face before choosing how to continue. "I went to see it, and we spoke of death and the things that make it easier or harder...it brought me out to sea...to a shipwreck. There were a handful of men who were going to drown, five or six of them."
In that moment Remi wished he had the ability to simply mentally vomit his thoughts into Ronin's mind, rather than having to sequentially go through everything. "It said...that it was their time. And to let them die slowly would be cruel."
The colour had faded from Remi's face, the green of his eyes all the more sombre for it as he glanced nervously up at Ronin.
In that moment Remi wished he had the ability to simply mentally vomit his thoughts into Ronin's mind, rather than having to sequentially go through everything. "It said...that it was their time. And to let them die slowly would be cruel."
The colour had faded from Remi's face, the green of his eyes all the more sombre for it as he glanced nervously up at Ronin.
THE ALCHEMIST
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.
