This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi's empathy ability is both a blessing and a curse, as surely Ludo meant it to be. As Amalia's fingers find the skin of his elbow, her brightness, laced with optimism and unfettered love bleeds into him, like a red sock its first wash among a load of whites. He doesn't want it, her sorrowful optimism. But there's nowhere to go and nothing to do about it.
Nothing but, as she suggested, break shit.
Unlike Sera, Remi isn't looking for traps. He's all too eager for pain at this point—to feel something that isn't abject hatred—that he doesn't think at all about the consequences of their actions.
Perhaps that's why the Lullaby chooses the most brutish of his abilities to assist with this: his hands. With strength unmatched by anyone he's met yet, it's with strong hands and near god-like power that the alchemist fits his fingers between the stones which glow with Amalia's light, and heave them apart.
Nothing but, as she suggested, break shit.
Unlike Sera, Remi isn't looking for traps. He's all too eager for pain at this point—to feel something that isn't abject hatred—that he doesn't think at all about the consequences of their actions.
Perhaps that's why the Lullaby chooses the most brutish of his abilities to assist with this: his hands. With strength unmatched by anyone he's met yet, it's with strong hands and near god-like power that the alchemist fits his fingers between the stones which glow with Amalia's light, and heave them apart.
REMI
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.
