void

i've seen fire & i've seen rain.
i've seen sunny days that i thought would never end

That word. The alchemist flinches, turning hard and furious eyes towards Ronin, though his hatred is not directed at the hunter any longer. "The stars." He repeats flatly, and then adds: "Safrin."

Images of sinking their not-daughter to the bottom of the sea, to let her body be twisted and fed upon by some ungodly monster suddenly seems all the more appealing. Remi's fingers tense, breaking the bits of kindling held within his palms.

"Do you think she can hear us right now? Safrin? Because I would have her hear this very clearly." With teeth made jagged by the beasts within him vying to get out, Remi turns his eyes up to the sky. "If you touch her...if you even think her name, I will make it my business to turn everyone against you." His words are dangerously calm. Much as he'd like the threat to be one of the death, his madness still holds an ounce of rationality. But from Ronin's tales of her, Remi thinks perhaps her vanity is more fragile than her mortality.

Jaw clenched, he glances sidelong at Ronin, nodding silently. Flint and steel flash in his fingers as the broken kindling sparks to life.