Bring me that Horizon

i've been the prince, i've been the pauper, been the star and played the fool

"I have." He said softly. Frey too had cursed him upon his first meeting and since then, the alchemist had never made the effort to seek them out again. He explained as much to Maea with a shrug. "..my love for someone just up and gone simply because I didn't bring the right offerings or say the right things. As for Safrin? Well." Briefly his eyes flickered to the wedding band on his hand. Absently he rubbed at it as one might an old scar. "I have had more than my fill of her."

Collecting another shell, he silently let her words roll around his mind. Was death personal? It seemed a lonely and solitary thing. A thing that happened to them all. "Considering it was Ludo who cursed me with magic in the first place, I'm really not sure. What is modest for a mortal probably isn't for a god." Others might be able to wax philosophical about such topics, but Remi's mind was too pragmatic and uneducated for such things. The shrug of his broad shoulders suggested as much.

Stiffening for a moment, Remi eyed Maea warily indeed as she handed over the shell. He looked at her as one might regard a trap, before accepting the shell with a wordless nod of thanks.

been the winner and the loser, in between them, too