if everything we've got is slipping away
The sound of her voice made the alchemist start, his shattered-gaze rising immediately. Unlike everyone save for Ronin (who always appeared to Remi in a vibrant wash of technicolor light), Safrin glowed. However the alchemist couldn’t help but notice the same darkening vignette around her; a shadow infringing on her light just as it was doing to his husband.
”I know.” Remi agreed weakly, though he shook his head nonetheless. “And Ronin more than most, but..” His voice trailed off, heart hammering in his chest, his expression one of crumpled hope and unfettered optimism. “How long?” Remi asked finally, his face having gone quite pale as he stared up into the bright light that was the goddess. “If it keeps progressing like this...if a cure is not found. How long does he have?”
”I know.” Remi agreed weakly, though he shook his head nonetheless. “And Ronin more than most, but..” His voice trailed off, heart hammering in his chest, his expression one of crumpled hope and unfettered optimism. “How long?” Remi asked finally, his face having gone quite pale as he stared up into the bright light that was the goddess. “If it keeps progressing like this...if a cure is not found. How long does he have?”
i meant what i said when i said until my dying day
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.
