Once Sam slid from his back, the alchemist shifted back into his own skin. Visibly trembling, he wrapped his arms around himself, doing his best to catch his breath. Much as he wanted to ask why the Voice might have made such a request of Sam, the alchemist merely shook his head slightly.
"Of course." Remi replied with a warble to his voice. The more he experienced life, tossed into the role of protector or some variation thereof, the more he realized how woefully unsuited he was for it. Just now he was more inclined to crumble onto the ground or to run home to Ronin. Instead, he shot the bookmaker a shaky smile. "Shall we head home then? It will be faster if we fly."
"Of course." Remi replied with a warble to his voice. The more he experienced life, tossed into the role of protector or some variation thereof, the more he realized how woefully unsuited he was for it. Just now he was more inclined to crumble onto the ground or to run home to Ronin. Instead, he shot the bookmaker a shaky smile. "Shall we head home then? It will be faster if we fly."
until the lambs become lions.
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.
