maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
The Alchemist paused mid-throw, and turned to look towards Sam with a nearly blank expression. "Does it, Sam? Does it really? After everything I have been through in the past two years?" Straightening, Remi pulled in a breath. "Did having friends stop Ronin from being killed by the demon? Did having friends stop what happened between us? Did it stop the blight, did it save Aoife?" It wasn't callousness, so much as it was a refusal to invest his time in futile efforts anymore. "The little bit of good that is left in me, I'll not dilute. I only have enough love in me for Ronin, and that's all."
That Sam didn't understand was one thing, but that it seemed the bookmaker was judging him for his decisions was bothersome. Turning back to the sea, Remi ran a hand through his curls as he looked out, unable to find where the horizon bled away into the sea.
That Sam didn't understand was one thing, but that it seemed the bookmaker was judging him for his decisions was bothersome. Turning back to the sea, Remi ran a hand through his curls as he looked out, unable to find where the horizon bled away into the sea.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
