REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
'I...' Remi's instinct is to try and explain or justify what he had done in the Infirmary, but no, that was exactly what had happened. Guilt makes his lashes flutter as his eyes drop down toward the ground. Frowning, thoughts make his lips twitch before the alchemist sighs them all away with a shake of his head. "No, I didn't see you. Though...the chair, the window? That was you?" Looking up, confusion taking the years off of him, he swallows as yet more things succumb to the fire within.
"It does matter." He mumbles sounding a touch lost, before nodding hastily "Of course, do you..." Need fluid? "..are you hurt?" Turning away from her for a moment, Remi closes his eyes and remembers. Not unlike the one he'd had Ronin pull when they were first moving into their apartment, a hand cart appears. Gently but efficiently Remi loads the two bodies into it, that he might easily tug them along, before following diligently after Isla.
"Was the firE intentional do you think?"
"It does matter." He mumbles sounding a touch lost, before nodding hastily "Of course, do you..." Need fluid? "..are you hurt?" Turning away from her for a moment, Remi closes his eyes and remembers. Not unlike the one he'd had Ronin pull when they were first moving into their apartment, a hand cart appears. Gently but efficiently Remi loads the two bodies into it, that he might easily tug them along, before following diligently after Isla.
"Was the firE intentional do you think?"
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
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.
