maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Despite how Ronin flinched, Remi held him fast, and hard. He couldn't let the lingering sensation of creeping inside his bones to bind his soul be the brightest memory for Ronin just now. "Would Safrin really send you to die?" The Alchemist wondered, wanting immediately to take back the words for fear of the answer. If Ronin was dead, who would know but her, if he found his way to Mort or if he remained a light in her sky?
There was another question on his lips, one that his tear-bright eyes and trembling lips wouldn't let him say. It was a good thing the Alchemist couldn't use the attuned-bond when he wasn't shifted anymore, for he'd not be able to hold back the barrage of his heart.
If you die, will having tried to save Vanya be worth it?
Is it worth the risk?
There was another question on his lips, one that his tear-bright eyes and trembling lips wouldn't let him say. It was a good thing the Alchemist couldn't use the attuned-bond when he wasn't shifted anymore, for he'd not be able to hold back the barrage of his heart.
If you die, will having tried to save Vanya be worth it?
Is it worth the risk?
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
