right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Remi doesn't know much of that, actually. Ronin's friendship with the Flood had always remained that: Ronin's. This world was entirely new to the alchemist, as was the information he was told and that he gleaned from his surroundings. Jata mentions the slums, and Remi finds himself sighing with latent nostalgia; it looked so much like places Remi was very, very used to.
Images of things he can understand—and some he can't—flash around him, and as they stop, Remi pulls off his helmet if only because he feels as though he might suffocate even in this place where he doesn't need to breathe. Letting the Flood speak, Remi tries to keep his expression neutral that he might not ruin what Sunjata clearly thinks is important information for him to know. When it ends, Remi is left nibbling at the inside of his cheek as he gazes around, eventually slipping off the bike that he might stand on his own.
"Torchline is not Korofi." He says, turning back to Sunjata. "This...this does not exist where we are now." Not the classes. Not the enforcers. Not the poverty divide nor the homelessness. "Fires do not scare the people of Torchline. Not surrounded by sea and sand. But a Governor who cannot leave his past in the past? This Trial you speak of? That was you. That was not them. Your ghosts did more destruction during Monsoon season than Hotaru and Deimos did in one night."
Looking around once more, Remi can only smile sadly as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "I am sorry for what you endured when you were younger. I am sorry for this world. But you cannot keep using it to justify your actions here and now."
Images of things he can understand—and some he can't—flash around him, and as they stop, Remi pulls off his helmet if only because he feels as though he might suffocate even in this place where he doesn't need to breathe. Letting the Flood speak, Remi tries to keep his expression neutral that he might not ruin what Sunjata clearly thinks is important information for him to know. When it ends, Remi is left nibbling at the inside of his cheek as he gazes around, eventually slipping off the bike that he might stand on his own.
"Torchline is not Korofi." He says, turning back to Sunjata. "This...this does not exist where we are now." Not the classes. Not the enforcers. Not the poverty divide nor the homelessness. "Fires do not scare the people of Torchline. Not surrounded by sea and sand. But a Governor who cannot leave his past in the past? This Trial you speak of? That was you. That was not them. Your ghosts did more destruction during Monsoon season than Hotaru and Deimos did in one night."
Looking around once more, Remi can only smile sadly as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "I am sorry for what you endured when you were younger. I am sorry for this world. But you cannot keep using it to justify your actions here and now."
The Lullaby
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.
