The pit | I fell in the pit

Actually from the little that Remi knew about Devrum, that actually seemed quite likely. Given the state of things in the domiciles though, creating a house from scratch probably wasn't too bad of an idea. Especially if things were going to be falling down anyways. Nodding agreeably, Remi paused for a moment and chuckled as deja vu struck him. "It seems you are always saving me from something, dragging me home, drying me off and feeding me." He observed with a grin. "Or when I've been found with my head in the Master Chief's lap, or when someone has tried to kiss me." Running a hand through his muddy and wet curls, Remi shook his head. "I wonder if I'll ever have a nice occasion to come and find you." This was said with a smile, though the underlaying emotion of raw uncertainty was clear. Things had been going wrong for the alchemist for so long now, that it simply seemed to be the status quo. Remi didn't know which was worse: his string of troubles, or the fact he was simply getting used to it. remi roar