REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
Rarely one to offer apologies these days, Remi is rather surprised how easily Finn shrugs it off. But to each their own; like ships in the night, the Alchemist and Spyglass continue to miss each other at every interesting opportunity.
"I was five when my mother died." The Alchemist says, clearing his throat against the cold. "That you do." He agrees. Survival had been the goal of Remi's formative years. Surviving his father had been the hardest part of it. The world as it was, or at least the majority of the whores Remi was raised by, were shockingly kind people.
"Is living still surviving, for you?"
"I was five when my mother died." The Alchemist says, clearing his throat against the cold. "That you do." He agrees. Survival had been the goal of Remi's formative years. Surviving his father had been the hardest part of it. The world as it was, or at least the majority of the whores Remi was raised by, were shockingly kind people.
"Is living still surviving, for you?"
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.
