This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Her words just echo meaninglessly through his mind, and for what feels like an age, he simply stares across at her. Were his tells really so obvious, that she would know instantly when he needed to tell her something? Probably. After all they'd been through together and for how poorly the alchemist did when he tried to veil any of his emotions, it really shouldn't be so surprising. Still, as he follows her back to her office, Remi can't seem to shake the feeling of foreboding that has settled like a lead ball, just rolling anxiously about his stomach.
"This is going to sound—" Unlike Isla, Remi had already planned what he was going to say. Or at least how he was going to start to say it. Her interruption has the words dying on his lips as he suddenly feels more hollow and unmoored than he ever has. Sweeping his gaze around from where it was happily settled in the corner of the room, he regards her with horrified and wide pale green eyes. Excuses try to bubble to the surface, questions of how she knew, of whether or not they were talking about the same thing, because surely, surely, there was no way she could have heard.
"..I.." His lips part; for all of Remi's strength, a weak breeze could have bowled him over just then. What feels like cold rainwater drips down the muscles of his thighs, making him involuntarily shiver. "...I am so sorry, Isla." Whatever they were or weren't to one another, this was never a conversation he ever thought he'd be having with her.
"This is going to sound—" Unlike Isla, Remi had already planned what he was going to say. Or at least how he was going to start to say it. Her interruption has the words dying on his lips as he suddenly feels more hollow and unmoored than he ever has. Sweeping his gaze around from where it was happily settled in the corner of the room, he regards her with horrified and wide pale green eyes. Excuses try to bubble to the surface, questions of how she knew, of whether or not they were talking about the same thing, because surely, surely, there was no way she could have heard.
"..I.." His lips part; for all of Remi's strength, a weak breeze could have bowled him over just then. What feels like cold rainwater drips down the muscles of his thighs, making him involuntarily shiver. "...I am so sorry, Isla." Whatever they were or weren't to one another, this was never a conversation he ever thought he'd be having with her.
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.
