i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end
'Hah." The sound was more bark, than laugh. "Only because you came back with a smile, and..I do not know when last she saw one. She was not used to happiness, before you returned." The world had been dark then. Not so dark as now he realized, but dark enough.
Like through cold water, Remi's fingers fumble for those on his shoulder, not really feeling anything at all for a moment. "Mmm." He agrees guiltlessly. "I did not want to live, not after seeing her. I hated them for not giving me the option. I still do I think. If I could not protect her, I had to be with her, I..." But dead is dead, as they say.
Shrugging at this admission, the alchemist shakes his head. "Would it have changed anything?" Remi is probably meant to say that had Ronin been there, he wouldn't have wanted to die. It would have made it better. But honestly, he didn't think that was true.
Looking at the blanket in earnest now, imagining the shape of her beneath the folds, Remi can feel the air lodge itself in his throat as a sob rises and falls. His chest tenses with grief, and without really thinking about it, he pivots on his knees. With both hands he reaches out at the beach (careful not to disrupt Aoife of course), and hurls a chunk of it into the sea. Earth and telekinesis and pure madness combine powerfully as the sand is unceremoniously rehomed into the waves, with Remi's inhuman wails following in its wake.
Like through cold water, Remi's fingers fumble for those on his shoulder, not really feeling anything at all for a moment. "Mmm." He agrees guiltlessly. "I did not want to live, not after seeing her. I hated them for not giving me the option. I still do I think. If I could not protect her, I had to be with her, I..." But dead is dead, as they say.
Shrugging at this admission, the alchemist shakes his head. "Would it have changed anything?" Remi is probably meant to say that had Ronin been there, he wouldn't have wanted to die. It would have made it better. But honestly, he didn't think that was true.
Looking at the blanket in earnest now, imagining the shape of her beneath the folds, Remi can feel the air lodge itself in his throat as a sob rises and falls. His chest tenses with grief, and without really thinking about it, he pivots on his knees. With both hands he reaches out at the beach (careful not to disrupt Aoife of course), and hurls a chunk of it into the sea. Earth and telekinesis and pure madness combine powerfully as the sand is unceremoniously rehomed into the waves, with Remi's inhuman wails following in its wake.
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.
