All Alone Together

Peter blinked, a frown cracking his emotionless visage as he looked at Remi, not quite understanding his difficulty with the explanation. ”I... don’t know if I’ve seen uh... seen your companion, before.” He admitted, enough sense left in him to at least sound sheepish about that fact. It’s all he says about it though, not willing to poke what is clearly a painful subject for the alchemist.   ”Wagon.” Peter repeated, looking back towards the spire again. For some reason the conversation feels easier when he can look away like this. {aay}”Is it... slow to build, or slow because of the change?” He could understand the latter a little bit better than the former, after all, it was why he was sitting and contemplating the spire. Is Twas of entering it, and the portal it contained in its belly. And if sittin here, talking to Remi, stalled him even longer, did he care? Not particularly. Peter try, try your whole life to be righteous and good