sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Remi longed for simplicity. He lived now in hindsight as if Loren's restoration of his eyes had sent that particular ability into overdrive. All the things he wished he'd done and not done. Words said that he would take back, things he would explain more clearly. The alchemist had never been depressed before, his soul far too golden and sunny for that sort of darkness. But to say that he wasn't on the verge of it, that he wasn't drowning in the shadows, would have been impossibly naive, even for him.
He was all the things he'd ever been accused of. Naive and reckless, Jigano had said. Thoughtless and unkind, from Loren. He wasn't brave, he was selfish. Not altruistic, but simply unable to take no for an answer. What was once golden and true had tarnished and faded to something murky and unclear. Remi lied now as he never has before, he'd committed a murder and hid the body. He manipulated. Ronin has said he was free to make rules for himself, only he hadn't. He'd just run recklessly through every barrier he came up against.
Once, he'd stood up for what he believed in. Now, he seemed to fight daily and for what? He'd hurt his husband, made his friends feel like his problems were so great he couldn't endure theirs, and positioned himself as some sort of champion despite having won nothing but heartbreak and pain. And yet here he was in the middle of a blizzard, seeking an audience with someone who had quite clearly told him to stay away and who had given absolutely no indication he was ready to talk to the alchemist.
But still he knocked.
He was all the things he'd ever been accused of. Naive and reckless, Jigano had said. Thoughtless and unkind, from Loren. He wasn't brave, he was selfish. Not altruistic, but simply unable to take no for an answer. What was once golden and true had tarnished and faded to something murky and unclear. Remi lied now as he never has before, he'd committed a murder and hid the body. He manipulated. Ronin has said he was free to make rules for himself, only he hadn't. He'd just run recklessly through every barrier he came up against.
Once, he'd stood up for what he believed in. Now, he seemed to fight daily and for what? He'd hurt his husband, made his friends feel like his problems were so great he couldn't endure theirs, and positioned himself as some sort of champion despite having won nothing but heartbreak and pain. And yet here he was in the middle of a blizzard, seeking an audience with someone who had quite clearly told him to stay away and who had given absolutely no indication he was ready to talk to the alchemist.
But still he knocked.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
