aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand
"Once upon a time, there was nothing I regretted." Remi mumbles sadly. He'd once been that optimistic and naive so as to think everything happened for a reason. Now? Now he has no idea. "I..." The Alchemist lets his eyes slip closed, running a finger across him as he sighs. "I've no idea. Nothing about Loren and I was ever healthy, looking back on it." Time spent strung along in Northaven, months lamenting and looking for the Launceleyn when he disappeared. Not to mention that the man who came back was unrecognizable from the one the Alchemist had once known and loved.
Swallowing down the urge to say I told you so, the Alchemist just shrugs. "Loren...has a tendency to make everyone else feel like it was their fault. Even though he constantly acts like he takes the blame." Sam, for all his faults, was a mere ripple in a pond compared to the storms the Launceleyn could bring.
"I just...feel like I've forgotten how." Remi admits, opening his eyes. "Being kind requires...a certain amount of care for others that I'm lacking these days."
Swallowing down the urge to say I told you so, the Alchemist just shrugs. "Loren...has a tendency to make everyone else feel like it was their fault. Even though he constantly acts like he takes the blame." Sam, for all his faults, was a mere ripple in a pond compared to the storms the Launceleyn could bring.
"I just...feel like I've forgotten how." Remi admits, opening his eyes. "Being kind requires...a certain amount of care for others that I'm lacking these days."
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.
