aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
"Killed in the woods, in the middle of the night." Remi replied with a shrug. By me, going unsaid. "I..am not sure. The past year hasn't helped, nor your incursion into the woods." He added with a bit of a frown. Much had been done against the Fae, and nothing Remi knew of to try and make things right again. "Not everything is fixable, Sam." He likely meant the tension between the ascended and the fae, but the words had broader implications as they well knew.
Tilting his head slightly to gaze at the cartographer out of the corner of his eye, Remi considered for a moment. The feeling was not unlike that he experienced when his memories had been taken and then filled in by others. He knew what he ought to feel, but didn't actually feel it. "You sound disappointed by that." He observed, the words slow and careful.
Tilting his head slightly to gaze at the cartographer out of the corner of his eye, Remi considered for a moment. The feeling was not unlike that he experienced when his memories had been taken and then filled in by others. He knew what he ought to feel, but didn't actually feel it. "You sound disappointed by that." He observed, the words slow and careful.
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.
