back to normal, if it ever was

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

"So this is the opposite of who you were, mm?" Amusement faded away to silent curiosity, wondering just how much of that was true. Unconsciously, for it was a mystery to be silently worked over, Remi did sometimes let him think about what it was that had drawn him to the summoner before. Whatever assumptions he'd made, he didn't quite believe Loren was now the opposite of who he'd been.

Giving Loren an antagonizing look, the alchemist merely huffed. "You never asked!" He trilled almost playfully. As it was, what Loren did and didn't want to know about the alchemist's life was still mostly a mystery. With a dubious look that said uh huh. still very convincing, Remi merely rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Well, yes. The blindness is magical, but the claws across my face were quite real." The alchemist replied, his fingers absently rubbing at skin free of the lines that had once been quite clear. "Yes. Healing magic." He confirmed with a nod, not making the leap between Loren's abilities and the multitude of scars on his body.

Scrunching his nose, Remi held up two fingers and nearly pushed them together. "Very small ones." He argued, not that it would make a lick of difference in this current debate. With an attempt at looking sulky, the alchemist stomped passed the summoner before pausing in the hall. "The...largest one, the one with the tunnel...I was actually blind when I first made it." He said glancing over his shoulder towards Loren. "It starts in a small room, the size of an office. There is a bookshelf on one wall and a large window on the wall to the left." Closing his eyes the alchemist tried to remember any other information his senses had collected during that strange day. "Do you know a room like that?"