now there's a space too wide
For a moment Remi considered simply walking away. The very last thing he needed or wanted was to have Jigano appear suddenly, to see him like this with Sam in his guildhall of all places. But of course that wasn't the only reason. It hurt, to do this again and again. This might be the first time through for Sam, but for the alchemist, he had run this scenario through a thousand times. Late at night it played on a loop, in his dreams it unwound itself in an innumerable number of ways, and anytime he let his mind drift, there suddenly would be a shock of copper hair and too-blue eyes just lingering in the shallows of his mind.
But of course he did stop. Because he was who he was.
Turning his head a fraction over his shoulder to see Sam just out of the corner of his peripheral vision, he nodded gently. No. This wasn't the same Sam, though Remi wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.
"No," He agreed. "I do not." Still though, feathers appeared tousled in his hair, and his hands silently gripped into fists as if clinging to something invisible which might help him stand or lead him through this strange encounter.
"I do not know if that matters this time." He added softly, turning only slightly more so, but being able to look easily upon Sam now. "There is no undoing what has been done. I am not angry at you, because as you said, you are not the man I once knew. But it was loving me that made you into him, I think...and he..." There were no tears left, just a gentle look of hurt in Remi's pale gaze as he turned to face Sam directly again. "..I have never known betrayal like that. I have never been hurt like that before." He continued, his voice gentle, explanatory rather than looking for an apology.
What they both wanted hardly mattered anymore. You needed to have all the pieces in order to put something shattered back together, and with most of their memories turned to dust by the Voice and Ludo, there was simply not enough to work with.
But of course he did stop. Because he was who he was.
Turning his head a fraction over his shoulder to see Sam just out of the corner of his peripheral vision, he nodded gently. No. This wasn't the same Sam, though Remi wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.
"No," He agreed. "I do not." Still though, feathers appeared tousled in his hair, and his hands silently gripped into fists as if clinging to something invisible which might help him stand or lead him through this strange encounter.
"I do not know if that matters this time." He added softly, turning only slightly more so, but being able to look easily upon Sam now. "There is no undoing what has been done. I am not angry at you, because as you said, you are not the man I once knew. But it was loving me that made you into him, I think...and he..." There were no tears left, just a gentle look of hurt in Remi's pale gaze as he turned to face Sam directly again. "..I have never known betrayal like that. I have never been hurt like that before." He continued, his voice gentle, explanatory rather than looking for an apology.
What they both wanted hardly mattered anymore. You needed to have all the pieces in order to put something shattered back together, and with most of their memories turned to dust by the Voice and Ludo, there was simply not enough to work with.
that's left us with wondering eyes
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.
