spent my money on the bars

REMI

"A new land?" Remi pulls a face, looking softly bothered as he considers. Sweeping his fingers through his hair, he shrugs as he lets his hand fall back down. "Well hopefully it.." What? Turns out alright? Isn't a shit hole? "..hopefully, Hotaru comes back safe." Whatever new land is found, unless it's one where gods can't meddle, Remi doesn't care much for it.

Watching Sunjata's silent unhappiness, the Alchemist can only nod in disgruntled agreement about Amalia's choices. "So...it wasn't an accident then. Or at least, it's very coincidental that such a weapon would be used on someone so sensitive to fire." He mumbles, though surely Sunjata has thought of this already. Remi doesn't ask about Safrin's involvement—he'll leave the Stary-Lady's club to sort it out amongst themselves—but does clench his teeth to know that the culprit was unequivocally a fae.

Remi doesn't know, but he understands the sentiment well enough. "No, I know. Whatever I can do, name it." He offers, the promise genuine. "I've already spoken with everyone...which seems a bit absurd, given Amalia knows exactly who it is." The words are nearly a growl as a snarl threatens to form on his lips.

honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection