Flamethrowing Head Bopper

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

but maybe that's a good thing

"Is it about giving her that?" The alchemist prompted softly. "Or you?" After all, haunting the Rathskeller though Edy might be, none of them knew what came after in this place. Souls go to Mort they were told, whatever that actually entailed.

"It is not about paying me back." Remi replied, a feeling like a dagger made of ice twisting in his gut. Ruffling a hand through his curls, he frowned at the young Launceleyn. "I am sorry you think you need this. I ... I cannot do it for you though."

Remi

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