REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
Remi watches Finn turn his collar up, quietly wondering what the circumstances are that allow the Spyglass to take care of himself. Half the time he seems entirely content to suffer the elements such that it's strange to see him so mundanely try and make himself more comfortable now. Or perhaps it's just habit.
"Because scars aren't as sensitive?" Remi wonders. There are places in his body practically devoid of feeling thanks to the heavy built up of scar tissue. To this end, his fingers have risen without his permission to the starburst on his chest. He presses at it beneath his shirt, feeling very little in the way of sensation. "Or just because it's easier?"
"Because scars aren't as sensitive?" Remi wonders. There are places in his body practically devoid of feeling thanks to the heavy built up of scar tissue. To this end, his fingers have risen without his permission to the starburst on his chest. He presses at it beneath his shirt, feeling very little in the way of sensation. "Or just because it's easier?"
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.
