Taking Different Roads

REMI wish that we could go back in time, i'd be the one you thought you'd find Flinching slightly as his hands suddenly met against flesh, Remi relaxed, his fingers wrapping around Sam's as he was lead inside. Truthfully it was a relief to be 'found' this way, to not have to navigate the world on his own anymore. It was exhausting to keep his senses so heightened, and so without any resistance at all, Remi allowed himself to be tugged along by the bookmaker. "I...did something thoughtless." The alchemist replied with a weary sigh. "I meddled where perhaps I should not have and then was attacked. Isla was able to heal the actual gashes across my face, but my eyes..." Trailing off, he simply shook his head. Hand tightening around Sam, Remi squeezed gently, a sort of question. Where do I go now? Where are we?