maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Roughly perhaps, the alchemist nods. Running his hands up the sides of his arms in a gesture meant to soothe and ward off a chill he didn't actually feel, Remi turns his eyes up toward the treetops once more.
As for what she should do?
Remi's lips pull down at the edges, even as he huffs a dry laugh. "I genuinely have no idea." He murmurs, honest and unhelpful as ever. "Even assholes like me have those that care about them. I am not sure you could find many of the dead for whom no one would care if their bones were desecrated." He adds with a shrug.
As for what she should do?
Remi's lips pull down at the edges, even as he huffs a dry laugh. "I genuinely have no idea." He murmurs, honest and unhelpful as ever. "Even assholes like me have those that care about them. I am not sure you could find many of the dead for whom no one would care if their bones were desecrated." He adds with a shrug.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
