aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
For a moment the Alchemist says nothing. He isn't sure he and Sam are in a better place. The bookmaker has better intentions than the Launceleyn ever did, but that didn't make them any healthier. And Remi? Remi was drawn to poor decisions like a moth to a flame. "Maybe. But...it wasn't just how things ended. It was all that led up to it. The days spent together, talking about our feelings for one another." Closing his eyes against the memories (it didn't help), Remi recalls vividly Loren's arms around him, promising friendship forever. Pulling Remi to him, and then shoving him back away. Promises made and immediately shattered. Eventually, he shrugs, opening his eyes with a weary sort of reluctance.
"You're being far too kind." Remi says, shooting Sam a wry look. "Better men than I have managed to stay kind during hard times. To continue to love." Ronin, for one. "And...I don't see my hard times going away, so.." So it was either him like this, or nothing at all, he thought.
"You're being far too kind." Remi says, shooting Sam a wry look. "Better men than I have managed to stay kind during hard times. To continue to love." Ronin, for one. "And...I don't see my hard times going away, so.." So it was either him like this, or nothing at all, he thought.
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.
