True Colours

remi Rocketman; burning up his fuse out there alone The alchemist shook his head. "I remember Ronin coming in...but I was alone." He said, placing his fingers against his forehead as if expecting there to be some physical wound there. Taking the bottle, Remi pressed it to his lips, ready to lean his head back to take a sip before stopping. "Ianto?" He repeated, brows furrowing as he lowered the bottle. The alchemist shook his head again to indicate his confusion. "Who..?" Placing the bottle bottle his legs, Remi stared blankly at the huntress now. She was perhaps one of the people he trusted most in the entire world, if not the most. But the things she was saying didn't make sense. "My mother? Why would it do that? She died in childbirth...I do not know what she looked like, or have any memories of her. Why would it.." I do not have any memories of her. Remi stopped breathing.