Restoration...maybe

"No one ever has all the answers...all the information." Remi agreed—disagreed?—with a small and sad shrug. "Yes. I suppose I do." Glancing down at the object in his hand, Remi slipped it into his pocket. Perhaps he would ask Isla her thoughts, given her recent ascendency perhaps she'd have insight into this. "I think I would rather have Sam make the decision himself. To make it for him seems ... " Remi frowned as he walked. Language never having been his strength, he found it failing even moreso now that his mind and heart were heavy with disappointment. "...patronizing maybe, I do not know." He concluded with a glum sigh, wanting very much to be out of the underground and away from Jigano. As they reached the mouth of the cave, Remi blinked somberly into the daylight. His youthful and exuberant expression had been replaced by one of heartache and confusion. Turning towards the bard, Remi offered him half of a smile, far too tired to force the rest of it onto his face. "Please do not tell Sam about the item. Or...at least, he cannot know that it came from me." In his minds-eye he saw the way the man had looked at him in the cave, offering himself so willingly. How their teeth had clinked together with Sam's fumbling and newness to intimacy, and the memory of that made the alchemist feel sick and unhappy. Indeed he closed his eyes against the imagery, very much wanting to curl up somewhere dark and pray for the injustices of the world to simply be fixed. But importantly, to be fixed without adverse effects. But that was not to be. So instead Remi let his eyes flutter open, widening his weary smile somewhat. "Thank you for accompanying me." REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?