aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Young. It seemed a funny word to ascribe to Remi now, but Sam wasn't wrong. For all the Alchemist had done, there was still much that life had to show him. Things he simply had to go through. It was his birthday this season, matter of fact. So perhaps he was one step closer to being just an idiot in Sam's eyes, rather than just young.
"My life isn't emotionless." The Alchemist whispered, pulling his gaze away from Sam and turning to peer absently at something on the wall—a painting or book or some such. Anything to distract himself from the worry and care he saw reflected in Sam'sblue eyes.
"Regret is a far better alternative than enduring more of what I have already had to bear." He said after a moment, voice low and wounded sounding. "There are some things you don't come back from, Sam. "
"My life isn't emotionless." The Alchemist whispered, pulling his gaze away from Sam and turning to peer absently at something on the wall—a painting or book or some such. Anything to distract himself from the worry and care he saw reflected in Sam's
"Regret is a far better alternative than enduring more of what I have already had to bear." He said after a moment, voice low and wounded sounding. "There are some things you don't come back from, Sam. "
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.
