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REMI

& now I'm all alone in the dark of night

'How the fuck would you know." Remi spits suddenly, glaring at Delphia with the eyes of a wounded animal. 'I don't care who or what Mort mourns.' He added in a far softer voice, lips curling in a snarl as he shakes his head. How nice for a god of infinite means to feel poorly when someone died. How nice for him to be comforted by knowledge of everything, to watch life slip into death but still be able to engage with the souls of the lost.

Grumbling unhappily, letting his grief spill from his shoulders in unhappy waves, the alchemist merely shook his head. "A...year, maybe." He muttered, finding the slow march of time suddenly hard to pin down. When last had he seen the fox?

The moon is shining but I can't see the light