he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
Pulling in a breath, Remi turns his eyes to the treetops for a moment as if the words he seeks are somehow scattered in the leaves. "I think...far away in Stormbreak, it is easier to just think of the Voice as a problem that can be easily eliminated. Ascended cannot pass the gates, and I do not think it is a stretch to say that none of the high ranking members of the Order have any close connections with any ascended." Not like he did. "But..their orders come from the Old Gods." He adds with a shrug, as his gaze falls down from the branches above, and back to Henry.
Remi can only nod in easy agreement as the other man mentions that the gods are flawed all around. "They are, yes." Biting at the inside of his cheek, Remi holds a breath before letting it out in a weary hiss. "Well...I suppose they might say that they did not kill anyone. Trapping everyone in the barrier...certainly that is one thing. But the Voice encouraged death...But she in turn might argue it was for the great good, and certainly things the Old Gods have ordered have led to death as well, and..." Halting this stream of words, the alchemist raises his eyes once again, noting just how hard Henry looked in that moment. How unwavering. How unmoved.
"If the Voice dies, all the ascended will die too. So they have a reason to fight for her. The Old Gods...they too have made sure our lives are tethered to them. I am not so sure mistakes matter, at this point." Remi's cheeks flush a guilty crimson.
Remi can only nod in easy agreement as the other man mentions that the gods are flawed all around. "They are, yes." Biting at the inside of his cheek, Remi holds a breath before letting it out in a weary hiss. "Well...I suppose they might say that they did not kill anyone. Trapping everyone in the barrier...certainly that is one thing. But the Voice encouraged death...But she in turn might argue it was for the great good, and certainly things the Old Gods have ordered have led to death as well, and..." Halting this stream of words, the alchemist raises his eyes once again, noting just how hard Henry looked in that moment. How unwavering. How unmoved.
"If the Voice dies, all the ascended will die too. So they have a reason to fight for her. The Old Gods...they too have made sure our lives are tethered to them. I am not so sure mistakes matter, at this point." Remi's cheeks flush a guilty crimson.
THE LULLABY
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
