Only a Look and a Voice

it was all dead end roads, heaven knows

Remi found it strange, that while on the one hand he was being told by others that with his powers came a sense of responsibility to those around him; if he could protect, he needed to. Hearing Sam say quite the opposite had a surprising effect: it merely made the alchemist all the more sure that Ronin was right. He couldn't run away from this. This wasn't Northaven where things were not his problem. "Well, I doubt anyone would ever look to the two of us to rule much of anything." Remi agreed with a boyish and breezy laugh. "Though perhaps you are wrong. Maybe you could weigh down Zariah's foot with your cube and then we would be rid of her."

The feeling of Sam's hand against his shot a bolt of adrenaline straight into Remi's heart. Whether it was a latent response to simply being touched by anyone, because it was Sam specifically, or because the alchemist was now engaged to Ronin, Remi couldn't quite say. Either way, his fingers stuttered slightly in the bookmaker's grip, feathers appearing in his curls.

"If Zariah is so bad that she makes you want to live in the woods, that is all the more reason to put a stop to what she is doing." Remi said softly.