aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Glancing up, Sam would be reminded again surely that the man staring at him was not the one he'd once known. That he'd once loved. There was no kindness in Remi's soft sea-glass stare, the colour of which was almost an insult now. Laugh lines had faded away from the Alchemist's face, leaving his unshaven cheeks looking harder than they should have. Even his curls had lost their boyish playfulness, somehow.
"Am I? I'm bothered as Governor, yes. That someone is threatening our people. Or at least, you and Nate. But am I upset, the way you are? No, I'm not." Remi's arms remained crossed, his posture casual, and his expression one of a man who has seen far too much loss to be upset by a pair of feet. "I've told you time and time again that I haven't it in me to care about everyone anymore. I don't know who this was; it isn't for me to mourn their death." Remi replied. It likely wasn't the answer Sam was looking for, but bald honesty was still a trait the Alchemist possessed, despite it being far more bluntly said than it was before.
"Am I? I'm bothered as Governor, yes. That someone is threatening our people. Or at least, you and Nate. But am I upset, the way you are? No, I'm not." Remi's arms remained crossed, his posture casual, and his expression one of a man who has seen far too much loss to be upset by a pair of feet. "I've told you time and time again that I haven't it in me to care about everyone anymore. I don't know who this was; it isn't for me to mourn their death." Remi replied. It likely wasn't the answer Sam was looking for, but bald honesty was still a trait the Alchemist possessed, despite it being far more bluntly said than it was before.
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.
