but baby i've been here before; i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
"Dead is dead though, even if I live." Remi countered. There were some things that once passed, couldn't be fixed no matter how much life the alchemist endured.
Watching the swinging legs at any other time might have lead to questions, but for now, Remi simply turned his gaze up to the unseen eyes presumably hidden behind the mask somewhere. "You might. I hope not to." This was said through near-clenched teeth. Ronin's allegiance and forced? alliance to Safrin more or less sealed the alchemist's fate in this regard. He'd not escape Safrin's aura so long as he and Ronin were alive.
Tilting his ear into the touches as one instinctively does, his shoulder raising as if to capture Ludo's rag, the alchemist hummed a note of agreement. "I was ready for little." He thought back to the image of his mother, of his father clawing at her and drowning her. If shown to him now, he might watch with a mere frown. Dead is dead after all. She could not die twice.
"Well...presumably you believe there is something redeeming or right about what it is that you do and how you do it. If not, why wax poetic with me about goodness and how to live, why let me chose to stay here rather than go with you, if not for reasons of 'time and place', or cosmic need." Remi shrugged, not having the language for this conversation given his present company. It should have been unnerving not to have eyes to focus on, but Remi found that it didn't bother him as he gazed up at Ludo.
Watching the swinging legs at any other time might have lead to questions, but for now, Remi simply turned his gaze up to the unseen eyes presumably hidden behind the mask somewhere. "You might. I hope not to." This was said through near-clenched teeth. Ronin's allegiance and forced? alliance to Safrin more or less sealed the alchemist's fate in this regard. He'd not escape Safrin's aura so long as he and Ronin were alive.
Tilting his ear into the touches as one instinctively does, his shoulder raising as if to capture Ludo's rag, the alchemist hummed a note of agreement. "I was ready for little." He thought back to the image of his mother, of his father clawing at her and drowning her. If shown to him now, he might watch with a mere frown. Dead is dead after all. She could not die twice.
"Well...presumably you believe there is something redeeming or right about what it is that you do and how you do it. If not, why wax poetic with me about goodness and how to live, why let me chose to stay here rather than go with you, if not for reasons of 'time and place', or cosmic need." Remi shrugged, not having the language for this conversation given his present company. It should have been unnerving not to have eyes to focus on, but Remi found that it didn't bother him as he gazed up at Ludo.
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.
