What Divine Intelligence

"Nervous?" The alchemist repeated softly, furrowing his brows and shaking his head. "No...not nervous." He wasn't quite sure what he was, but nervous wasn't it. He wasn't even hopeful anymore. Remi very much doubted that the Voice would give him any sort of helpful information whether she was behind any of this or not. Not kneeling, but bowing his head respectfully (and wearily), Remi listened as Sam made his plea to his creator. Cracking open an eye, the alchemist watched as a tendril of electricity seemed to snake towards Sam for just a moment before disappearing. Blinking into the darkness, Remi held his breath and waited. REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me