sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Passively Remi merely shook his head against Loren's tirade. Yes he wanted to say, to all those things. Yes experience would help. Yes being the strongest would help. What he didn't understand though, was why Loren was making it out to seem like such a bad thing. What was ridiculous, was Loren throwing away the obligations he'd made, for people he'd apparently turned against. For people like Remi, that he didn't even want to see. If Loren was going to be a martyr, better it at least be for a cause that he knew something about. But of course, Remi said none of this, merely wilting beneath the icy stare.
"You told me not to tell you what to do." Remi replied in a broken voice, not sure where to look, what to do with his hands. "And Sam, Nate, and Kiada, I believe." The alchemist offered, not that it all seemed to matter anymore.
It wasn't fair and in fact of all the things he'd done today this was probably the most selfish, but Remi couldn't help the way he noticeably flinched and the colour drained from face to hear that all the ascended would be drinking from Loren. In that moment Remi wanted to bury his claws deep in something porous and strong—a particularly green bit of wood—and tear until it broke, or his claws did. Jealousy, anxiety, and that strange desire for other worlds where other lives could be lives, broiled inside of his stomach and he suddenly felt quite light-headed.
"I had..hoped the amulets would..help with that. Blood loss, and all. You are so..thin.." He croaked, the words mumbled. Only that wasn't the reason and they both knew it. It was a good reason, it just wasn't the one driving the alchemist.
"You told me not to tell you what to do." Remi replied in a broken voice, not sure where to look, what to do with his hands. "And Sam, Nate, and Kiada, I believe." The alchemist offered, not that it all seemed to matter anymore.
It wasn't fair and in fact of all the things he'd done today this was probably the most selfish, but Remi couldn't help the way he noticeably flinched and the colour drained from face to hear that all the ascended would be drinking from Loren. In that moment Remi wanted to bury his claws deep in something porous and strong—a particularly green bit of wood—and tear until it broke, or his claws did. Jealousy, anxiety, and that strange desire for other worlds where other lives could be lives, broiled inside of his stomach and he suddenly felt quite light-headed.
"I had..hoped the amulets would..help with that. Blood loss, and all. You are so..thin.." He croaked, the words mumbled. Only that wasn't the reason and they both knew it. It was a good reason, it just wasn't the one driving the alchemist.
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.
