This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi's heart clenches and stutters in his chest, unable to tell if her reaction to him is simply one of the lingering aftershocks of all they've been through in the past few weeks, or if she's unhappy to see him for some other reason. "Hey." Trying on a smile that dimples one of his cheeks but doesn't seem to reach his eyes, Remi first crosses his arms, then shifts to put his hands in his pockets, before finally raking all of his fingers through his hair.
"I have something to tell you." He blurts out, sounding apologetic and worried as his hands fall heavily back to his sides. There's no use wadding through pleasantries, not that Remi nor Isla does them particularly well with one another, but perhaps especially so with what's on the alchemist's mind.
"Can we go somewhere?" Not outside, given the daylight, but perhaps one of the alcoves in the temple, or a patient room?
"I have something to tell you." He blurts out, sounding apologetic and worried as his hands fall heavily back to his sides. There's no use wadding through pleasantries, not that Remi nor Isla does them particularly well with one another, but perhaps especially so with what's on the alchemist's mind.
"Can we go somewhere?" Not outside, given the daylight, but perhaps one of the alcoves in the temple, or a patient room?
REMI
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.
