"Stop." Remi warned in a low voice. There was blight-sulking, and then there was just rubbing glass into a wound. A wound that didn't only cause pain to Ronin. Not looking at his partner as he spoke, the alchemist frowned unhappily at his clasped hands, a silent snarl appearing briefly on his lips before fading away into a sigh.
"Are any of the ascended sick?" The alchemist asked, looking up towards Amalia who seemed to have a better running roster of the infected than Remi currently did. As for the rest? Wessex, Delah and so? That all seemed like crown-related business, and as such the alchemist fell silent. He had thoughts of course, but it didn't feel like it was his place. Not with two much more capable minds present to discuss.
"Are any of the ascended sick?" The alchemist asked, looking up towards Amalia who seemed to have a better running roster of the infected than Remi currently did. As for the rest? Wessex, Delah and so? That all seemed like crown-related business, and as such the alchemist fell silent. He had thoughts of course, but it didn't feel like it was his place. Not with two much more capable minds present to discuss.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
