maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi's smile grew instantly at that. It was boyish and crooked, but genuine and joyful just the same. "Back in Northaven we'd never have been anything more than awkward friends." It was laughable to think of those days now, of Remi making explosive devices for Ronin's training sessions, totally ignorant of the love that would bloom between them. "Two..four...the entire damn world, he's worth it." Remi said in a soft voice that hid none of his affection, nor tried to.
Remi let himself be fussed over despite the fact that of all the things the Alchemist had become, clean-pressed would never be one. "Ahh, but that's just the thing. Demigods of life and death...one raised from the dead, one with a soul held in limbo...one who kills, one who saves...Do you think we could ever really leave it all behind?" And then, much more darkly, the heart of it all: "Do you think there will never come a day when Ludo and Safrin's differences manifest in us, in what we are tasked with?"
Remi let himself be fussed over despite the fact that of all the things the Alchemist had become, clean-pressed would never be one. "Ahh, but that's just the thing. Demigods of life and death...one raised from the dead, one with a soul held in limbo...one who kills, one who saves...Do you think we could ever really leave it all behind?" And then, much more darkly, the heart of it all: "Do you think there will never come a day when Ludo and Safrin's differences manifest in us, in what we are tasked with?"
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.
