[se] wild in the silence

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

"Are they?" Remi asks, genuinely uncertain. He turns despite his best intentions, to glance at Finn again. The man who shares his face. Frustratingly familiar though it is, the Alchemist has no idea what he's seeing, where the lines came from, what the lips might look like in a proper smile. "So is the difference now that you do get your payment?" It's a poor way of asking for Finn to say what he's like now, and having said the words, Remi is quite sure he's suitably ended the conversation with his thoughtlessness.

"Under them, mmm?" Stupidly, the corners of Remi's mouth pull into what threatens to be a smile. The words a play on prostitution and Finn's phrasing, but no soon are they said then the idea of it sours instantly. Clearing his throat, Remi shrugs and wipes at his forehead with the back of his arm. "I used to do as I was told as well. I liked it for a long time and then hated it. Now that I am free to make my own choices..."

How that sentence was meant to end, Remi had no idea and so he merely exhaled a long breath through his nose and created another bit of netting for Finn.

THE ALCHEMIST

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing