REMI
Hear that Safrin; Remi might have said the words, if not for those which followed. It doesn't make Remi grow cold, or tear up, or bristle. Instead, he merely regards the herald with quiet and considerate eyes, before closing them and nodding once. "Too late now." He murmurs. Ruined. Wrong. Regretted. War was too close for either of them to start over now. They were stuck where they were, with each other. The knowledge that the alchemist had potentially failed before he'd even begun is something he wishes he could be surprised by, but instead accepts perhaps far too easily (perhaps proving Ludo's point all the more).
"People start wars all the time, too." Remi says reasonably. Herald's might not be the ones to choose when things started, but demigods? One's labeled as mistakes with short fuses and near-infinite strength? They might.
"People start wars all the time, too." Remi says reasonably. Herald's might not be the ones to choose when things started, but demigods? One's labeled as mistakes with short fuses and near-infinite strength? They might.
honest feelings and bad timing
make the most painful combination.
make the most painful combination.
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
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.
