I'll stay here with you until this dream is gone
Remi's jaw clenched at the description. His entire body had turned cold, a buzzing echoing loudly in his ears. It was distracting. He wanted to swat at it, but his tunnel-vision kept his focus directly on Sam.
Sam who was not answering his questions.
Until he did.
..ate her en-entirely.
"It.." Remi inhaled for what felt like the first time in years. "So there....there is nothing left.." His words hit the ground like stone. The comfort Sam tried to seek from the alchemist did not come. Even as the bookmaker clung to his shirt, pawing into him, Remi was like some immovable and emotionless thing, his eyes staring blankly ahead.
But the stone was green.
It was green.
"..she..."
The words wouldn't come. The stone was green. But he knew Sam wouldn't lie. The terror was writ cleanly on him, his hands wounded, his shaking real.
The breathes that Remi had been holding suddenly came en masse. His heart remembered it was meant to beat and suddenly thundered, the rush of blood and oxygen nearly enough to make him pass out. Dizziness swirled around him, and he gripped onto Sam—Sam who had been out there as well. Sam shaking against him. Distractedly he wrapped a hand, and then two, around the bookmaker. Leaning back onto his feet, relaxing into a posture of defeat, his eyes fluttered but did not see. His lips trembled, but no tears came.
He just...he couldn't believe it was true. Isla had been one of his very best friends. They'd fallen in together so easily. She'd always been a permanent fixture in his imaginings of the future. His heart just couldn't believe it.
"Sam, your ... your hands.." Remi muttered stupidly, the hands around Sam's back trying to coax him to sit up so that Remi could look at his palms.
Sam who was not answering his questions.
Until he did.
..ate her en-entirely.
"It.." Remi inhaled for what felt like the first time in years. "So there....there is nothing left.." His words hit the ground like stone. The comfort Sam tried to seek from the alchemist did not come. Even as the bookmaker clung to his shirt, pawing into him, Remi was like some immovable and emotionless thing, his eyes staring blankly ahead.
But the stone was green.
It was green.
"..she..."
The words wouldn't come. The stone was green. But he knew Sam wouldn't lie. The terror was writ cleanly on him, his hands wounded, his shaking real.
The breathes that Remi had been holding suddenly came en masse. His heart remembered it was meant to beat and suddenly thundered, the rush of blood and oxygen nearly enough to make him pass out. Dizziness swirled around him, and he gripped onto Sam—Sam who had been out there as well. Sam shaking against him. Distractedly he wrapped a hand, and then two, around the bookmaker. Leaning back onto his feet, relaxing into a posture of defeat, his eyes fluttered but did not see. His lips trembled, but no tears came.
He just...he couldn't believe it was true. Isla had been one of his very best friends. They'd fallen in together so easily. She'd always been a permanent fixture in his imaginings of the future. His heart just couldn't believe it.
"Sam, your ... your hands.." Remi muttered stupidly, the hands around Sam's back trying to coax him to sit up so that Remi could look at his palms.
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.
