Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Remi looked at the man thoughtfully for a moment.
Had he much to lose? On the one hand, losing his love for Loren felt so impossibly large that he couldn't think of anything else that might overshadow the loss of it (even that loss was not something he could feel any longer). But then again, what of his other relationships? What if he somehow offended Safrin as well, and his love for his friends disappeared? What if he no longer remembered Vai, or Ianto, Ronin or Isla? "They say you do not know what you have until you have lost it. As much as I would like to have what was taken returned to me, I am not sure I am willing to pay the price to find out the answer to your question."
Listening at the fantastical sort of group Bastien was suggesting, Remi found himself rather horrified by the descriptions. Orgies? That certainly seemed more the sort of thing the other deity would cherish. Then again, he knew very little about Safrin. "And...you believe Safrin would enjoy that? Is that ... is that how one is meant to pray?" With a sheepish smile, it was clear that Remi knew almost nothing about religion and gods. But if orgies and song-writing was the way to win them over, then perhaps he really would need to stay away from them.
"Proven? You mean..your gods did not...they did not speak with you and appear as these do?"
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.
