sick of running fast as I can

walked out this morning and i wrote down this song.
i just can't remember who to send it to

"The ones who die of natural causes are most often eaten by the creatures around them." The Alchemist replies with a mild shrug. "Though I'm sure if you ask anyone in the markets, they'll of course tell you how ethically sourced all their wares are." The arch of his brows suggest that this is, of course, complete and utter bullshit.

Remi clicks his tongue in humble disagreement at her words. Good enough? Amalia is indeed that, but perhaps not for Safrin. Then again, his thoughts on the goddess have been thoroughly tarnished by recent events.

For a moment he looks surprised, on the verge of dark laughter, before it fades. "I can see that. I wasn't being honest with myself, always holding my tongue and acting as though things were alright. How could I expect you to feel you could be honest with me?" Shaking his head at how her lips warble into a wince, he shrugs it off. "It does, yeah. And...I might not be happy and bright anymore, and what I am now...might not be the best either, but it is better. Not in all ways, but in the important ones."