maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi raised a brow as Sam spoke, wondering where the bookmaker was going with all of this. Hearing that a few minutes of rock-throwing was enough to make Sam judge them as friends again made the Alchemist exhale the air he'd been holding in his lungs, in a long and low sigh. "Perhaps for you, but not for me, Sam. Not anymore."
Despite these words, Remi's expression was almost painfully genuine and honest, not intending to be hurtful, but also not one to mince words any longer. "Friendship creates certain obligations. Friends should be able to call on one another in times of need, shouldn't they? To expect of their friends certain types of favours, certain responsibilities." The Alchemist explained. Helping with this or that, lending a hand, being there for them.
"I don't have it in me to be that, for anyone Sam." Remi added in a doleful, but certain voice.
Despite these words, Remi's expression was almost painfully genuine and honest, not intending to be hurtful, but also not one to mince words any longer. "Friendship creates certain obligations. Friends should be able to call on one another in times of need, shouldn't they? To expect of their friends certain types of favours, certain responsibilities." The Alchemist explained. Helping with this or that, lending a hand, being there for them.
"I don't have it in me to be that, for anyone Sam." Remi added in a doleful, but certain voice.
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.
