Remi the Alchemist Gently Remi looks towards her, eyes perhaps more boyish in this pained remembering. "I do not think I can remember a single other face from that day." He says with a small smile that only lasts a moment on his face. "After Ronin died... all I could think about was getting Aoife back from Vai." Later he would learn there had been a group, that Rory had amassed people to him in order to stall the efforts to enter, but in the wake of what happened, the alchemist hardly cared. He still didn't. "Mmm. The best." Remi agrees, pulling in a sip of air and letting it go with a smile. "And now we look up and see him in the stars, isn't that right?" He cooed gently at Aoife, running a hand through her dark curls. |
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.