Call it what you want

Remi's mind wandered back to Northaven. What had the bloodfiends there done? They'd drank on...bloodbags, were they called? Which was hardly a euphemism when you considered that it was real people locked up in cages to be fed on anytime the bloodfiends pleased. Or at least that is how Remi had always heard of it. He knew little of the ascendeds here, other than that Archebold and Elyna were them, and given that such was common practice before the alchemist was not necessarily surprised that the ritual continued here. "It is okay." Remi murmured, his voice low and gentle in the dark. Moving away from the walls, he looked down at Sam still knelt low. Extending a hand he offered it to the man, encouraging him to stand if only to try and boost his confidence. "I know what it is like to have something inside of you that hungers. That can harm others." Remi admitted kindly, eyes sad in the darkness. Those first few days the lion within him had hungered and the taste of blood remained in the alchemist's mouth for hours afterwards. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for a creature like Sam if Remi's experience was anything to go by. Swallowing Remi nodded. He'd expected as such. But if blood was truly what the man needed, his neck was likely the easiest source of it. That or the thick veins in his inner thighs, but it was already quite cold in here and the alchemist didn't see the need for it. Hearing Sam describe his compulsions as wrong and disgusting struck a chord in the alchemist's heart. How long had he felt that way about himself? How long had those around him made him feel ashamed and appalled by who he was? "No." Remi said immediately, fingers reaching for the ascended. "No it isn't. It—" He was about to say is natural, but it wasn't, was it? The ascended were made somehow, just as the bloodfiends back home had been. Biting his lip thoughtfully, Remi shook his curled head slightly. "—it is necessary. Do I...need to do anything?" REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times