everything looks perfect from far away
It was only instinct that caused the alchemist to flinch at the sound, as his faced remained as full of concern and wanton want to help as it ever had. Bracing himself as the darkness of the room seemed to pivot and descend, the alchemist expected to feel the weight of a mountain ontop of him, but found only Ludo, which was far harder to hold up.
"Yes." Remi agreed. Part of him wanted to defend himself, to plead that he should not be punished for someone else's sin, but ultimately as he had concluded before, it was his fault. "You can think of it as a debt of a kind, I suppose. A promise made from me to you." That Ludo had referred to his soul as weighty rang with a truth that Remi could not possibly describe. His soul was not heavy because of any vallour on his part, any goodness. But because of failure and misery and death. " I was thinking of LongNight...all this talk of the days getting longer made me think of it, for soon they will be short again, and then for that week they will be gone. During LongNight we were so unprepared, it being our first. We said we would do better, and I want to make good on that."
Gently his face crumpled, and though he held up the weight of a god around his shoulders, Remi turned and sat on the stairs leading up to the shrine. Looking down into his hands he conjured a feather and gently began to trace patterns on his palm. "So many doors locked. Screams that went unanswered. No one should have to die alone in the dark and the cold, only wanting to be let in." He added in a low tone, frowning down into his palm.
"Yes." Remi agreed. Part of him wanted to defend himself, to plead that he should not be punished for someone else's sin, but ultimately as he had concluded before, it was his fault. "You can think of it as a debt of a kind, I suppose. A promise made from me to you." That Ludo had referred to his soul as weighty rang with a truth that Remi could not possibly describe. His soul was not heavy because of any vallour on his part, any goodness. But because of failure and misery and death. " I was thinking of LongNight...all this talk of the days getting longer made me think of it, for soon they will be short again, and then for that week they will be gone. During LongNight we were so unprepared, it being our first. We said we would do better, and I want to make good on that."
Gently his face crumpled, and though he held up the weight of a god around his shoulders, Remi turned and sat on the stairs leading up to the shrine. Looking down into his hands he conjured a feather and gently began to trace patterns on his palm. "So many doors locked. Screams that went unanswered. No one should have to die alone in the dark and the cold, only wanting to be let in." He added in a low tone, frowning down into his palm.
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.
