aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
People made mistakes to be sure, but not the sort Sam made. Those weren't the kind that could be brushed off with the wiles of youth, justified by impatience. No, the things Sam had done—to Remi specifically—were unforgivable, and yet the alchemist had, time and time again.
But now his patience was gone, set aflame with a bundle that was once the light of his life, all those weeks ago on the beach.
"And teeth, by the looks of it." Remi replied pointedly, eyes narrowed towards the coppery-haired man. "Did you know Loren slit his throat in front of me in these caves, just a few days ago? Pity you weren't here to lap up the blood."
But now his patience was gone, set aflame with a bundle that was once the light of his life, all those weeks ago on the beach.
"And teeth, by the looks of it." Remi replied pointedly, eyes narrowed towards the coppery-haired man. "Did you know Loren slit his throat in front of me in these caves, just a few days ago? Pity you weren't here to lap up the blood."
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
