This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
"Isla, you have always been able to kill me." Remi points out, before giving her a look that's as desperately sad as it is understanding. They're talking past one another now, and he's fairly certain that nothing he can say now will make a difference. He was to be comforted just as much as she does, but neither of them have the capacity to be the bigger person. "I will send a letter ahead, next time." He mumbles with defeat.
Part of him wants to rise and leave, but he suddenly feels very, very tired. Everything he wants to say is tinged with a pain he can't properly articulate, such that his words are saturated with salt and anger before they even leave his lips. "I did not know being my friend was so difficult." It's the least of all that he wants to say, but perhaps the most to the point. Surprise. Stress. Worry. He could understand those things to be sure...just not why it made it so difficult for her not to immediately make assumptions about him, or find herself so angry.
"I will go. And if you want me to stay out of the Grounds, I will do that too." He adds wearily, rising from his chair.
Part of him wants to rise and leave, but he suddenly feels very, very tired. Everything he wants to say is tinged with a pain he can't properly articulate, such that his words are saturated with salt and anger before they even leave his lips. "I did not know being my friend was so difficult." It's the least of all that he wants to say, but perhaps the most to the point. Surprise. Stress. Worry. He could understand those things to be sure...just not why it made it so difficult for her not to immediately make assumptions about him, or find herself so angry.
"I will go. And if you want me to stay out of the Grounds, I will do that too." He adds wearily, rising from his chair.
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.
