walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
"You can touch it if you want to." Remi encouraged in a dark voice. "You do like sticking your fingers where they don't belong, after all."
The alchemist's face, once boyish and always possessing a bit of warmth no matter the circumstance was about as cheery now as stone. Dark sea-shattered eyes narrowed as Sam spoke about friendship and concern. "An ear for me, mm? That makes sense. Listening is probably all that you're good for." It wasn't like Sam was strong or capable. Not like he could actually help. But listen? Oh sure, he could probably do that. "The only thing is Sam, I don't need you to be an ear for me. And I certainly don't need you telling me what sort of person I am."
Stepping forward, a slight snarl curling Remi's lips up, he'd move to stand intimidatingly and almost intimately close to Sam, unless he moved back. Even if he didn't, the claw-marks that had been made to end his own life would be right at Sam's eye-level. "I helped murder a man, Sam." Remi whispered in a dangerously low voice. "I nearly killed Roana. And I would do it again" He added, lips hardly moving.
"Tell me how good I am. Because I sat around meekly while the world insulted me and the decisions I made? Because I was too cowardly to say no when everyone bled me dry? Because I went along on absurd quests?"
The alchemist's face, once boyish and always possessing a bit of warmth no matter the circumstance was about as cheery now as stone. Dark sea-shattered eyes narrowed as Sam spoke about friendship and concern. "An ear for me, mm? That makes sense. Listening is probably all that you're good for." It wasn't like Sam was strong or capable. Not like he could actually help. But listen? Oh sure, he could probably do that. "The only thing is Sam, I don't need you to be an ear for me. And I certainly don't need you telling me what sort of person I am."
Stepping forward, a slight snarl curling Remi's lips up, he'd move to stand intimidatingly and almost intimately close to Sam, unless he moved back. Even if he didn't, the claw-marks that had been made to end his own life would be right at Sam's eye-level. "I helped murder a man, Sam." Remi whispered in a dangerously low voice. "I nearly killed Roana. And I would do it again" He added, lips hardly moving.
"Tell me how good I am. Because I sat around meekly while the world insulted me and the decisions I made? Because I was too cowardly to say no when everyone bled me dry? Because I went along on absurd quests?"
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.
