Give me tomorrow & I’ll take your hand

if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right

Watching as fire flowed from Ashe's wrist, completely controlled and fluid, Remi found himself holding his breath. Fire hadn't worked in the past, but maybe, just maybe something had changed. Whether in the blight, or in Ashe's sheer force of will to see it destroyed...but as the fire lapped at the leaves the remaining greenery simply charred beneath the heat of the fire, but the blight remained as prevailing as it had before the fire.

"Me too." He agreed, hands tightening somewhat. Sighing at her conclusion, not wanting to admit that she was right, the alchemist merely let his head loll back ever so slightly.

"Come on. This is getting us nowhere and I am sure Aoife will be up and harassing Ronin soon." So saying, Remi grumpily shoved his book and charcoal into his bag.