Dirty tissues, trust issues

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned "Do you think you could? Did you ... come here intentionally, then?" Not one for assumptions, the alchemist's brow creases slightly as his head tilts. Everyone that he has spoken to just...found themselves here. Even with the ability to turn back time Remi is inclined to think he'd simply be snatched up again. Though really, without knowing why or how they were brought here, that was a rather baseless thought. "I was recently told that I am a good deal more reckless and ignorant than I previously thought myself to be." Remi replied, humour creasing his youthful face as he gave a wry laugh. Self-abasement comes so easily to him. "I am starting to think that perhaps they are right." He concludes with a buoyant and boyish shrug. "Oh? What do you need for this game?" The alchemist asks, pale eyes shiny with intrigue. "I can...make things, if you need." He adds, still shy about his magic. Though he still does not like to flaunt it, if it helps pass the time, he will happily oblige.