it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name
"I know." Remi murmurs, and though his voice is strained with resolution, his fingers don't stop. He knows, but this is a war that can't be won with soft words. It isn't one he can fight with Ronin tangled around him, and though stepping away is the easy and obvious solution, the only move the alchemist makes is to try and steady his breathing somewhat.
"Tell me you think Cian is going to care at all what they are to me. Isla is an ascended, twice over, now. Vai as an abandoned might escape all this in the woods, but..." Remi bites at the inside of his lip. "She'll never see this. Our home. Mateo can never show her his favourite places here, and she'll never have favourites of her own to show him."
Exhaling against the Star's skin, Remi doesn't say what he's thinking. Not because he's hiding it, but because Ronin already knows who the alchemist would start with, if it were up to him. "Caido, maybe." He muses. "Because they all just take their instructions from on high, don't they?"
"Tell me you think Cian is going to care at all what they are to me. Isla is an ascended, twice over, now. Vai as an abandoned might escape all this in the woods, but..." Remi bites at the inside of his lip. "She'll never see this. Our home. Mateo can never show her his favourite places here, and she'll never have favourites of her own to show him."
Exhaling against the Star's skin, Remi doesn't say what he's thinking. Not because he's hiding it, but because Ronin already knows who the alchemist would start with, if it were up to him. "Caido, maybe." He muses. "Because they all just take their instructions from on high, don't they?"
it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay
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.
