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
The alchemist nods; he'd always known the pull of the ocean and had guessed at the sort of life to be lived living near it. He'd been more or less right. It was why he was still here, after all.
"Or hide." He replied, perhaps knowingly, or perhaps just snarkily. It was hard to tell, given the lack of depth in his stare now. There was no understanding, no camaraderie. No almost-familial-affection as there had once been. Why should there? Friendship with Amalia hadn't saved Aoife, hours poured into conversations and friendships made hadn't stopped the ice from piercing through the both of them, so what was the point in it now? For Remi there was only Ronin. It was hard to even pretend anything else mattered.
"Or hide." He replied, perhaps knowingly, or perhaps just snarkily. It was hard to tell, given the lack of depth in his stare now. There was no understanding, no camaraderie. No almost-familial-affection as there had once been. Why should there? Friendship with Amalia hadn't saved Aoife, hours poured into conversations and friendships made hadn't stopped the ice from piercing through the both of them, so what was the point in it now? For Remi there was only Ronin. It was hard to even pretend anything else mattered.
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.
