This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
"Not singled out," Remi corrects with small jerk of his head. "But not an appropriate candidate either. I am not part of the Order for a reason." He adds, giving Finn a look that in his mind says, precisely so that I won't be moved like a chess piece, the way you are, but probably looks more like a prolonged stare. Exhaling and blinking away the frustration that the memory of the Basilisk has awakened, Remi shakes his head. "Next time if Cian wants something done, let him do it himself. Or at least provide compensation." Remi mutters a touch dismissively.
Walking a few steps from Finn, 10ft or so, Remi smoothes the front of his chambray shirt and raises his eyes to Finn. "Well, let's find out." He says of the energy weapon, as if this was all agreed upon prior and the discussion of relics and obligations was just a small detour in premade plans.
Walking a few steps from Finn, 10ft or so, Remi smoothes the front of his chambray shirt and raises his eyes to Finn. "Well, let's find out." He says of the energy weapon, as if this was all agreed upon prior and the discussion of relics and obligations was just a small detour in premade plans.
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.
