walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to
i just can't remember who to send it to
He lets her stew in her discomfort, not tossing out the verbal equivalent of a liferaft as she trails off awkwardly. It isn't his place to make her feel better, to help guide her through these strange waters, just like it wasn't her place to be there for him when his world came crashing down. "Why?" He asks with an easy and cold shrug. "You had other things to do." Healing, tending to her own brokenness, living her own life and not worrying about estranged alchemists.
"So what are you doing here?" Remi asks, but the question seems less in the spirit of small talk, and moreso to try and ferret out her motivations. Is she, like Sam, here to tell him how he's still such a good person and that she'll be there for him if he needs? To try and bring him back into the light, or whatever other tired metaphors might suit him now?
"So what are you doing here?" Remi asks, but the question seems less in the spirit of small talk, and moreso to try and ferret out her motivations. Is she, like Sam, here to tell him how he's still such a good person and that she'll be there for him if he needs? To try and bring him back into the light, or whatever other tired metaphors might suit him now?
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.
