Mending, maybe.

everything looks perfect from far away

Feel it he did. He remembered the weightless cloth wrapped once against his neck, snowballs tossed at his back. Though even in his memory the scarf went from a noose to a dark swath of cloth, and the snowballs were both ice-blades as much as playthings.

Opening his eyes he tried not to recoil at the nearly oppressive way Ludo filled his entire field of vision. Not even the shrine was a respite, for the alchemist forced himself to turn and look up into the expression-less white face looking down at him. Though the question asked of him made the alchemist tilt his head in that bird-like way he had as he peered up. "Your..." Trailing off, Remi shook his head softly. "I know nothing of your story."  He continued, the thought of lying or trying to otherwise deceive the god not even occurring to him.

Narrowing his gaze speculatively, the creases on Remi's face smoothed into an expression of boyish concern. "—does it have something to do with LongNight?" He wondered out loud. It was the only thing that made sense, given the conversation Remi had just had with Ronin and the thoughts and memories flooding his mind.

Coding base by Sky!