the house that built me

"They do, of course. But I imagine some of my so-called friends, and yours too, might just leave when things get hard, cruelty aside." Memories of the vote and how things had gone down when once Jigano wore the crown of the Hollowed Grounds particularly came to mind. Snorting softly at this bit of self-deprecating humour, the alchemist merely grinned. "I find death helps cut those ties to bad habits." He offered with a dark smile. "Having them die off slowly might not be so bad, given the alternative." Remi supposed only Rory's death would have the potency to set the Sage off, but then, what did he know? The alchemist had lost track of what relationships and friendships everyone else had. His world view had become far too narrow to invest that sort of time in others. Glancing at the spear, Remi's expression crumpled slightly, not unlike a child who is being shown a bit of homework they were meant to do, that they instead threw into the trash. "I didn't ask, and it didn't come up." He said flatly, his frustration directed at the sphere rather than the Sage. 'I've tried breaking mine, you know. I've tossed it into the sea. I've tried to trade it away." With a grimace and a flare of his nostrils, the alchemist shook his head. "Didn't work." remi Too long till I drown in your hands