[se] baby that's the fun of me

Remi the Alchemist "these mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb" "Oh?" He asks, head tilting gently to encourage her to elaborate if she chooses. The alchemist understands that it is personal, but not taboo in his mind. Stil trying to figure out the guidelines that the bard had hinted at previously, Remi falls silent unsure if and what he is actually allowed to ask. "I do, yes." Remi replies with an easy nod. "When I was a boy we...well. My father decided to spend what little coin he made on and in whorehouses." He adds with a tiny shake of his head. "Hunting for food was the only way I could keep myself fed." All this he says with a strange neutrality, free of the animosity one would likely associate with this sort of story. "Mmm." The alchemist hums with a gentle shrug, spreading his fingers out into the grass. "Your world has not been kind to me so far." He says again in that strange tone of voice. The voice of humble acceptance of ones' fate, no matter how unfair.