you come to me, wild and wired

Ludo "And you always can do more, so long as you are alive," Ludo said. It drifted once more to perch upon the statue of the aquatic man, and the long legs it sometimes displayed beneath the rags began to swing jovially in the air. "A strange sentiment for Mort's herald, but alas, we have to work with Safrin when we must." Sounding amused, it turned its gaze back out towards the sea alongside Remi's. Shrugging, it flapped out a ragged tendril to somehow tickle against Remi's ear. "That is preferable to having nothing that you are sure about." And then there it was - the unexpected agreement, the flexibility that grief and death and change brought with it. "You would have. I do not think you were ready for such a truth back then." The mask turned to regard the alchemist. "And what makes you say that?"