maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi frowned a touch at that, but said nothing. That was the bittersweet bite of their relationship, mother and son. Son's are so used to being coddled and tended to (Remi certainly, when it came to Vai), that they tend to forget their parents (surrogate or not) are people as well. Thus he didn't offer the witch the reassurance she was owed, his mind far too focused on the empty grave over which he knelt.
"A milestone, yes." Maybe that was it, even if it didn't feel entirely right. "After everything that happened in the Hollowed Ground during LongNight..." Turning to give Vai a haunted and broken stare, the Alchemist merely shook his head softly. "Bad timing." He said in the end, poorly capturing the sentiment.
"A milestone, yes." Maybe that was it, even if it didn't feel entirely right. "After everything that happened in the Hollowed Ground during LongNight..." Turning to give Vai a haunted and broken stare, the Alchemist merely shook his head softly. "Bad timing." He said in the end, poorly capturing the sentiment.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
