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The alchemist shrugged at that. "As you pointed out, neither of us have met them to decide for ourselves." Were the old gods flawed the way mortals thought of others as flawed? Or was it simply a matter of whose sandbox they found themselves in, with perfection being decided by the owner of the sands. 'Mmm, perhaps.' Remi made no attempts to smooth his own rain-battered curls, letting them dry like some misused mop atop his head. Following Jigano's gaze out the window and making an impressed hmmp sound beneath his breath that the Sage remembered that fact at all, Remi nodded. "At night, you can see it on the beach. Less so I've noticed now that there's a bit of a chill in the air, but the locals say it is around all year." remi Too long till I drown in your hands