Call it what you want

Why Remi was out on the bone bridge was hard to say. Perhaps it was because of what Mimora had once said, about the mists surrounding this place actually being magic. Grey magic specifically, not that Remi really understood the differences. Or perhaps it was because this was where that strange cloaked creature had shown up. It had asked them things and offered gifts— —and then it had asked them to jump. And Remi said he would, but of course with wings, what sort of a risk was that? If he didn't have wings would he have said the same? Looking over the side of the bridge, peering down into what looked like an eternity of white mist, Remi pondered that question exactly. Once upon a time in a library Jigano had told the alchemist he ought to take more care and be more cautious and Remi's initial reaction had been to wonder why. Why should he, alone in this place with no family and no person, be careful? Isla, Ronin, Vai, they would all miss him of course. But if there were risks to be taken, why shouldn't it be the least tied down of them? Why not Remi? And so here he was, peering over the bridge with his sketchbook at his side, contemplating what it might be like to fall and not spread his wings to save himself. Instead of doing anything that foolish though, for the alchemist was ever obedient, he merely sat down, took out a stub of charcoal and his parchment, and began to make notes. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times