Arms deep in a wishing well

Remi hazarded a glance towards Jigano, a small and reluctant sort of smile on his lips. "Probably far too much." He admitted, but with a sad sort of resignation. One that said he'd pay even more—everything he had in fact, which was basically what he'd offered. "A favour, to be called in later." Remi said finally, exhaling softly. "It...might certainly be the end of me. I do realize that." The alchemist added. But it had been for Isla. Isla of all people. Remi would give his life a thousand times for hers. "Ludo said to me once that we always have a choice. I can only hope that if I am asked to do something that I cannot do, that the option of death will be open to me. I cannot see it asking me to wound or harm any but...of course I do not know its mind." /// "Yes, I thought to do that. He seems to have made himself scarce, and with the arrival of the Spark bird, he could be anywhere in the Sanctuary by now. His name is Lucas, blonde with green eyes. An ascended, I believe, as he smiled and showed me his teeth. I suppose he might have been an attuned with some sort of carnivorous shift though." REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?