REMI
the alchemist
Was that how offensively naive Remi had once sounded? Internally he winced at the thought. "Good reasons are subjective." The Alchemist says, a touch gravely, though he doesn't mean to sound quite as foreboding as he does.
Something in Remi's belly stirs at Finn's similarly tired gaze, some latent instinct that makes him want to comfort the man who looks as weary as the Alchemist feels. Not knowing what to make of the Spyglass's comment—and so making nothing of it—Remi leans back in his chair as well seemingly unable to cease mirroring his counterpart.
"Why come to me with this? If it is because I am Governor, then it isn't really me you should be speaking with, but Sunjata. He handles our security in Torchline."
Something in Remi's belly stirs at Finn's similarly tired gaze, some latent instinct that makes him want to comfort the man who looks as weary as the Alchemist feels. Not knowing what to make of the Spyglass's comment—and so making nothing of it—Remi leans back in his chair as well seemingly unable to cease mirroring his counterpart.
"Why come to me with this? If it is because I am Governor, then it isn't really me you should be speaking with, but Sunjata. He handles our security in Torchline."
i'm holding onto the pieces of my heart's debris
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.
