REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
Whatever the Alchemist thinks, he says none of it. He's in no place to criticize Amalia for her decisions and recklessness with the lives of others. Vaguely, her confidence makes her wonder if the killer is someone like Deimos. Someone the Sheild can know with absolute certainty won't hurt those under her protection.
"Maybe not. But you used to make an effort to wash them." He notes without judgement, just a light shrug. Like Remi once, Amalia used to strive towards doing the right thing, even knowing she'd certainly fall short. Now, like him, she seemed content where she was.
Though perhaps he just didn't know her very well anymore.
"I've already told Wessex I'd keep her apprised of what I found out. What would you have me tell her?"
"Maybe not. But you used to make an effort to wash them." He notes without judgement, just a light shrug. Like Remi once, Amalia used to strive towards doing the right thing, even knowing she'd certainly fall short. Now, like him, she seemed content where she was.
Though perhaps he just didn't know her very well anymore.
"I've already told Wessex I'd keep her apprised of what I found out. What would you have me tell her?"
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
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.
