no slipping up if you slip away

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

"Their leader has died. Perhaps...change is to follow." No one save Delphia and Delah's spirit knew how the war-chief had met her end. It hadn't occurred to Remi that perhaps they might blame the ascended for her death...if that was the case, then perhaps the truth would come to light when he met with the other leaders. He'd take responsibility to prevent war, but somehow he doubted such was their reasoning.

"Mmm." Remi hummed, not finding much amusement in it. As someone who had had his memories toyed with many times, the idea of not knowing just how much was taken from him was not something he found even vaguely funny. Glancing up at Sam through his curls, brow furrowed and sea-shattered stare heavy and dark, the Alchemist considered. There were many things he might have asked—were we happy? what really went wrong? was I good to you?—but it all seemed so..irrelevant now. No matter the answers Sam had still chosen to forget, had still left.

Scratching at his curls as if his discomfort was something physical he might soothe away, he exhaled a long breath before shaking his head. "No..I...I don't think I have anything to ask."

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