nights you chase your shadow

Accepting the chocolate and squashing it between the s'more that it has already tried to make (Ludo has just made a mess, in reality), the deity licks the melted marshmallow from its blackened fingers in an echo of Remi's gesture. And it looks just the same, despite their differences in appearance. Tilting its head as relics come into it, Ludo passes its fingers through the flames as if that might warm them (it won't). "You didn't get my relic," it points out. "And now the dolly is gone forever." Is it salty about that? Yes. It absolutely is. "So do you plan to sprout tentacles and wield all these relics at the same time? A one man army?" it inquires, its tone quite clear: you already have one too many. LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own