[God Quest] The canvas' colors can't hold like they once could

REMI

the alchemist

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair

Ronin was right on the beach and Ludo was right now. Remi carried with him so much. So much anger, resentment, hurt, love. It was weighty and heavy, but he'd grown strong enough to carry it all around in a way that, while not permissible, wasn't killing him.

So he thought.

Gulping down a raw sob as Aoife's form breezed away, Remi's fingers clutching at nothing, the Alchemist started at the sight of fire and flame consuming his former home. Reaching for the well of water formerly within his soul, he found it utterly lacking. Gasping into the vacancy, Remi turned a confused stare towards Ludo. All that I have, I use to serve. Wasn't that the truth?

Wasn't it?

Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

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