all that was me, is gone

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "There was no pain," Ludo confirmed quietly, as if that should be the final piece to the puzzle that was Aoife's death. Remi might not understand it - might never understand it, really - but at least he could look upon it whole and know that it was there for his comprehension to try. It tilted its head as it considered the alchemist's words, blinking slowly, as if watching him through some other lens, some faraway place. "The good hurts," it repeated, letting out a little sigh through its nose; for once it appeared that it and the alchemist were speaking on even footing. Indeed, it might surprise Remi to see the deity smiling; boyish and and mischievous, a similar visage to that which usually appeared upon the mask. It nodded. "Memories are precious," it repeated. "One is not truly dead, until they are forgotten."