True Colours

remi Rocketman; burning up his fuse out there alone "Perhaps ... only ... it is still Isla. It feels so strange to think that I am bonded to her in that way. Unfair, somehow. She is not lesser just because she is in a different body." Chewing the inside of his lip, Remi shrugged a bit miserably. Was it like Ronin and Sugar? Remi didn't quite think so. Sugar had autonomy yes ... but she'd never lived as anything other than part of Ronin's mind. Isla had. Isla had done so much, and now, thinking on it, he couldn't help but think that somehow what had been an aim at saving her soul, had merely caged it. The raccoon sat up with surprise as Vai confirmed that not only did she know of the red-head, but that it had been Remi who had introduced them. But then she said something that made everything else fall away. That made him feel hot and cold and shivery and on the verge of some sort of mental collapse. "I—" He stammered, rolling off her lap and onto the floor. Immediately shifting back into his own body—this seemed like the sort of conversation he needed proper facial expressions for—he stared blankly at the former-huntress. "—a—" The alchemist shook his head, bewildered and in shock. "but...I...I can't...I wouldn't..." The room started to spin. "But I'm not..."