i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see
With a boyish and abashed smile, Remi ran a hand through his curls as he looked at the other man. “When I first came here, when I was cursed by Ludo, the god said something that has always stayed with me. It said that we always have a choice. To kill, to choose one thing over another, to come back to life…” His words held a weightiness that the undertaker would likely not understand, but that was fine. “And it has been far more comforting the more life I live here. That no matter how many times I am told that I must do something because someone—or some god—wills it, that I don’t. I can choose pain. Can choose death. I suppose I think it is a nice reminder that in death too, there is likely still choice.”
Not one to wax philosophical, Remi flashed Abasi an awkward smile before glancing back at what he’d written, wrinkling his nose slightly.
Not one to wax philosophical, Remi flashed Abasi an awkward smile before glancing back at what he’d written, wrinkling his nose slightly.
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ALCHEMIST
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.
