This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Glancing from Darkeye's face to the book in his lap, Remi nods his understanding. 'I was not from this world, either.' He is from it now, he supposes, now that he's one of its demigods. 'Was Kor...one of your gods? Or...?' Tilting his head the alchemist wonders if information about Kor might help him better understand Darkeye and what sort of alignment the other man had.
As for his views on the war? Sighing, Remi runs a hand through his curls and then folds his arms comfortably across his chest. "As a demigod of Ludo I am forced to participate in this war. I have no choice." He begins, shrugging. "I have many friends who are ascended though, and if there was a way to avoid his conflict, I would. I do not think that there is though. Too much blood has been shed on both sides now."
As for his views on the war? Sighing, Remi runs a hand through his curls and then folds his arms comfortably across his chest. "As a demigod of Ludo I am forced to participate in this war. I have no choice." He begins, shrugging. "I have many friends who are ascended though, and if there was a way to avoid his conflict, I would. I do not think that there is though. Too much blood has been shed on both sides now."
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.
