maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
"Oh? And what were you like at 16?" Remi asks before he can catch the words, nearly reaching out for them as he's seen Finn almost do in their conversations previously. Still, it's innocently enough asked and follows from what they were saying. So the Alchemist tells himself.
Standing rather than kneeling—Remi able to move and create stone without the need to physically manipulate them like Finn does—the Alchemist narrows his eyes with no small amount of skepticism and distrust. Not directed specifically at Finn, but for the shadowy backdrop against which he's been painting himself. "Then who is it up to?" Remi wonders, unsure what probably to place on Finn actually answering his question.
Standing rather than kneeling—Remi able to move and create stone without the need to physically manipulate them like Finn does—the Alchemist narrows his eyes with no small amount of skepticism and distrust. Not directed specifically at Finn, but for the shadowy backdrop against which he's been painting himself. "Then who is it up to?" Remi wonders, unsure what probably to place on Finn actually answering his question.
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.
