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 tilted his head slightly as he internalized these words. Venice...Earth. Despite how often Remi had looked to the skies and wondered what else might be among the stars, he'd never dreamed that there were other worlds. And while he didn't know everything about the world he had just come from, it seemed clear to him that he and Bastien should have had more in common if it was the same place. Surely? Then again...the way they spoke was so similar. "It just makes you all the more rare." Remi said noticing the ghost of a frown before Bastien elegantly righted it. "Like a painting of which only one exists in all of creation."
Listening to the oddly reverent tone Bastien's accent voice suddenly acquired, Remi felt inexorably drawn in. Perhaps it was the absence of the emotion he'd felt for Loren demanding to be filled, or perhaps it was the lingering effect of Bastien's pendant at work, but ... having a purpose? A union with something so much more powerful? Introspecting, Remi found himself unable to decide if that was something he truly did want. But perhaps he'd investigate it further.
"I think I do. The world I came from ... I was a commoner. Lower than that, actually. We...we did not have purpose. Not like what you are describing. No agency, not really. What you are describing sounds so grand, but perhaps that is merely my ignorance. How does one go about something like this? Is it enough that you've simply decided to? Or...are there..ah.. requirements?" Floundering for words, Remi offered Bastien a boyishly awkward smile hoping his friend would be able to parce out what he was trying to ask.
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.
