REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
Amalia snaps her hand back and the Alchemist has to fight not to roll his eyes at her theatrics.
"The right thing to do." Remi scoffs, turning a sea-shattered stare in her direction. "Because you have always known so well what that is, haven't you." He challenges, his teeth grinding together such that his jaw feathers and waves with tension.
"Amalia, you do not get to decide." He declares finally, nostrils flaring. "You are on a power trip if you think your notions of what's right and wrong and best for the world supersedes things. Ronin is not my thing, but we've made certain promises together. Promises you know nothing about." Wherever he saw, Ronin would feel Remi's heart start to thunder unsteadily as his own anger coiled darkly in his gut. "But it's all about you, Amalia. What you think is right. Who is your friend. You didn't stop to ask why. Not then, not now."
"The right thing to do." Remi scoffs, turning a sea-shattered stare in her direction. "Because you have always known so well what that is, haven't you." He challenges, his teeth grinding together such that his jaw feathers and waves with tension.
"Amalia, you do not get to decide." He declares finally, nostrils flaring. "You are on a power trip if you think your notions of what's right and wrong and best for the world supersedes things. Ronin is not my thing, but we've made certain promises together. Promises you know nothing about." Wherever he saw, Ronin would feel Remi's heart start to thunder unsteadily as his own anger coiled darkly in his gut. "But it's all about you, Amalia. What you think is right. Who is your friend. You didn't stop to ask why. Not then, not now."
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.
