erodes us in the rain

the tightrope that i'm walking just sways and ties,
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes

Remi neither agreed nor disagreed, preferring instead to continue to grumble under his breath. There was the issue of the ridiculousness of comparing his relationship with Ronin to anything remotely close to that of Vi and Mort, but it was more than that. Remi didn't want what he had with Ronin to be so simply reduced down. Maybe that was just hubris, but though it might not be such the spectacle that Vi and Mort's love was, it was unique just the same.

Listening to Delphia's explanation, wondering if he'd feel similar had he been born into what he now was, the Alchemist merely nodded. 'Well, I'm not sure I would call it similar." He said a touch bashfully. "I am...to release souls from the living before their organic death, you might say. A few moments ahead of time, to spare them pain." Currently it was just moments. If and when it would become hours, days, or even weeks, Remi couldn't say and wouldn't guess at.

"I suppose that means we could work together, you and I. I can't see the souls after they leave their bodies, but you can."

THE ALCHEMIST

but i just want to be there when the lightning strikes
& the saints go marching in