This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
'Then why are you acting like this?' Remi wonders, though he probably should have kept the thought to himself. He should have kept a lot of things to himself. "I did not expect you to hug me, but I certainly expected yelling. Anger. Laughing, even. What I did not expect is being treated like..." But he doesn't know. A stranger, perhaps. Vaguely he gestures to the distance between them, her arms folded around herself and her entirely poised and calm demeanor that speaks of anything but friendship. With a dissatisfied huff, Remi sinks down into one of Isla's chairs, looking as though his body was suddenly ill-fitting.
"Who told you?" He can't help but ask. With Hotaru in Halo and not a friend of the ascended, the alchemist had expected many things from the medic, but certainly not to be told he'd been beaten to the punch by someone else.
"Who told you?" He can't help but ask. With Hotaru in Halo and not a friend of the ascended, the alchemist had expected many things from the medic, but certainly not to be told he'd been beaten to the punch by someone else.
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.
