aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
Thoughts of Loren and complicated conversations (that turned into the dissolution of a friendship), growled in the back of the Alchemist's mind as Sam fell into himself. A far different man from the one who had tried and failed to forge a friendship with the Launceleyn despite the love that lingered between them, this man didn't seem any better suited to find a path forward even if it was his second time around.
"You want that now? Or.." Remi wondered, of being able to say he cared.
Frowning slightly, truly not knowing where the lack of clarity was coming from (Sam's communication or his poor understanding), Remi fell silent as he tried to think through things. "Are you that man, anymore? The one from those memories?" The Alchemist's sea-glass stare turned back to Sam, soft and unthreatening despite being the man who'd shrugged about body-parts only a moment ago.
"You want that now? Or.." Remi wondered, of being able to say he cared.
Frowning slightly, truly not knowing where the lack of clarity was coming from (Sam's communication or his poor understanding), Remi fell silent as he tried to think through things. "Are you that man, anymore? The one from those memories?" The Alchemist's sea-glass stare turned back to Sam, soft and unthreatening despite being the man who'd shrugged about body-parts only a moment ago.
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.
