what have i become?my sweetest friend—everyone know goes away in the end
Remi assumes that his help has been requested because of his magic. Having him around can make some tasks easier, though rather than being offended at what might be perceived simply as being used, the alchemist is quick to agree. He didn't ask for his abilities after all and still does not feel deserving of them. Helping others is like a temporary respite from the weight that he feels crushing his chest, when he thinks of how fortunate he is. At least in some respects.
"I cannot see—" The alchemist admits. "—not well at least, and definitely not in the dark or where I am not familiar." He adds. In truth he only half-recognizes Wessex as it is. Not knowing the woman well, she is only scarcely more than a vaguely silvery outline in a world that is otherwise black and grey. If she wants his help, she will have to lead him.
"Deimos." Remi whispers a greeting to the larger man. Though they are seemingly quite alone here, the alchemist feels the need for silence and secrecy all around, and tries to oblige.
"I cannot see—" The alchemist admits. "—not well at least, and definitely not in the dark or where I am not familiar." He adds. In truth he only half-recognizes Wessex as it is. Not knowing the woman well, she is only scarcely more than a vaguely silvery outline in a world that is otherwise black and grey. If she wants his help, she will have to lead him.
"Deimos." Remi whispers a greeting to the larger man. Though they are seemingly quite alone here, the alchemist feels the need for silence and secrecy all around, and tries to oblige.
if i could start again, a million miles away, i would keep myself. i would find a way
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.
