Call it what you want

As gently as he could, though with the urgency of an avalanche tumbling down upon them, Remi gripped the man's shoulders and did his best to hasten their retreat into the cave. Though he was taller and stronger than the ascended, the man's terror did little to assist the alchemist in his attempts and it was all Remi could do to try and keep him upright until they found themselves in the growing darkness of the cave. As Sam collapsed to his knees Remi allowed himself to do likewise, placing his palms on his legs and panting to try and slow his frantically beating heart. Not one to lie, Sam's question merely coaxed a shaky shrug from Remi who was still more or less gasping for air. "For now." The alchemist replied breathlessly. But they wouldn't be long if the kappa was in the cave with them, or if they ran out of oxygen. Though, that was probably only a problem for the alchemist at this point. Sam's panic helped focus the alchemist. He couldn't do anything about the mountain of snow that had just crashed down upon them, but if he could calm the ascended perhaps he could prolong their semi-inevitable demise at the hands (nay, beak and claws) of the kappa. "Fluid?" Remi repeated, his voice gentle and clarification seeking. Reaching out a hand, Remi placed it kindly on Sam's shoulder, his strong fingers providing just enough pressure to be reassuring, but not so much as to be oppressive. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times