aftermath of something lethal

there are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

i'll tell you the truth

but never goodbye

"So you have." Remi agreed, cheersing the air again before draining his glass dry once more.

Leaning back, the alchemist watched the invisible ministrations of the Sword's hands, imagining cathedrals forming within the man's mind. "Where I came from...magic was...learned, I suppose. You had to have the gift of it, but it would grow from there. If you were not born with it, it was never reachable." He said, running a finger against the wood grain once more, following the maze-trail with his shattered stare and shrugging to himself. "I am sorry I cannot be more help. I truly have no idea how any of this works. I barely have the language to describe what it feels like, much less how to improve upon it or describe how things came to pass." Offering the reaper a boyish half-smile of apology, the alchemist let his eyes drift back down.

"Did you have magic before? In the world you came from?"

Remi

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