if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
Flinching slightly at the abruptness of his friends words, the musicality lost in the coldness, Remi lowered his eyes instinctively. "I only meant...you said it was for nothing. But you are not nothing." He clarified in a low and wounded voice.
"You are right." The alchemist said after a moment, his eyes still fixed somewhere near the fox's feet, inspecting the pine needles and groupings of moss. "I am sorry. It..." won't happen again. He needed to say it, but more importantly, he needed to mean it. Was there a difference between blindingly always wanting to help others, and disrespecting their wishes? Remi raked a hand through his curls again as he frowned with confusion at the earth.
If someone came along tomorrow and guaranteed they could free the fox, wouldn't he jump at the chance?
Wouldn't he always?
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.
