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Pursing his lips in a bitter and dark smile, Remi raised a brow as he shook his head. "It wasn't. Not at all. A bit of illusion magic to make them all think I was there to save them. They didn't even see the claws or poison that ended them." The alchemist's voice was matter of fact, which made it all the more chilling. "I didn't feel anything, for having done it. Not sorrow, not regret, not better or worse." Glancing up at the Sage, the alchemist shrugged his shoulders far too calmly. "Ronin would be the only name." He said with easy defiance. Everyone else? That was for Ludo to decide. There was only one soul now that he'd forsake everything for. "Friendship...is so strange. How can you tell when it is something more than just self-serving? When it isn't just mutual using? Never have I had such friends before my magic. The bonds that tie me to others are inexorably linked to what I can offer them. I go on quests and adventures because I'm useful, and so my friendships grow if only because we do the same things. But it's simple utility that starts it all. You said it yourself, being kind and good makes you feel good. Were you suddenly not useful or cruel, would those friendships of yours remain?" Remi's finger tapped softly against the table. "Friendships now, Ronin aside, have done little to ease any of this. They didn't prevent Aoife's death and just now, I see very little point in them." He replied honestly. remi Too long till I drown in your hands