What Divine Intelligence

The underground was basically a wash of black to Remi's eyes. Even with light he wouldn't have been able to make out the scarce textures of the stone walls. "Sure." The alchemist replied in a mostly toneless voice. Not because of who was making the offer, but merely because all Remi had to give, had been given. This wasn't even a hail Mary at this point. It was just...going through the motions. Hopelessness was not a cloak Remi wore well at all, and yet he was positively covered with it. "Oh?" He replied a spark brighter, head tilted slightly in the darkness. There had been no one but he and Sam all those long months ago, and so no one else to impart the memory. "Oh. When we found the Voice the first time..?" He wondered, frowning softly. Was this irony, then? That it would all likely end where it had begun? REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me