aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
"Good for you." The alchemist growled in response, the thrown rocks being properly rocketed towards the opposing wall now, probably with magical aid. Remi cared infinitely little about what Sam thought of his actions, whether he thought them right or justified, how deeply sorry he was, as if any of it mattered.
That Sam and Loren were together—fury and grief making that unfettered assumption seem like gospel in his mind—only served to further server the bonds once so tight between the two men.
'All you ever are is sorry." He added bitterly, glaring at the wall and wondering whether or not risking death by swimming out of the caves might not be better than sitting here.
That Sam and Loren were together—fury and grief making that unfettered assumption seem like gospel in his mind—only served to further server the bonds once so tight between the two men.
'All you ever are is sorry." He added bitterly, glaring at the wall and wondering whether or not risking death by swimming out of the caves might not be better than sitting here.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.