the tightrope that i'm walking just sways and ties,
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
the devil as he's talking with those angel's eyes
"I mean, I've always assumed you go home and record all the details of your day." He's only half kidding, in this. It might not be the case that Finn has a good memory, or even that half of the things the Alchemist says are notable in themselves, but Remi would bet that Finn's mind forces him to relive his days over and over again during the hours spent not-sleeping. But that isn't the punchline of the joke, obviously.
Returning Finn's conspiratorial glance, as the man mentions doctors, the Alchemist lets his mouth open and his eyes widen with boyish intrigue. "Dok..t-or?" He repeats, purposefully thickening his accent to make the word nearly unrecognizable. "Well I'm sorry I even said anything. Clearly your more advanced civilization puts you in a much better position than I to judge what supplies to carry with you." Straightening up as well the Alchemist just rolls his eyes with a grin.
"Mmm." Remi hums in response, never knowing quite what the right thing to say to latent apologies is. "No, though sometimes I miss it.." Trailing off a touch wistfully, Remi looks around the forest, remember how it looked dappled in shades of grey. "It...it made some things much easier to see." Like the people he cared about, for how fiercely coloured they were. "The man who healed me nearly killed me in the process." Remi adds with an unhappy sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "He thought he was doing what was best for me. He removed all the scars I once had as well." And then, as if expecting Finn to say something, Remi interjects, "I know. To think I could possibly have had more scars than I already do."
Returning Finn's conspiratorial glance, as the man mentions doctors, the Alchemist lets his mouth open and his eyes widen with boyish intrigue. "Dok..t-or?" He repeats, purposefully thickening his accent to make the word nearly unrecognizable. "Well I'm sorry I even said anything. Clearly your more advanced civilization puts you in a much better position than I to judge what supplies to carry with you." Straightening up as well the Alchemist just rolls his eyes with a grin.
"Mmm." Remi hums in response, never knowing quite what the right thing to say to latent apologies is. "No, though sometimes I miss it.." Trailing off a touch wistfully, Remi looks around the forest, remember how it looked dappled in shades of grey. "It...it made some things much easier to see." Like the people he cared about, for how fiercely coloured they were. "The man who healed me nearly killed me in the process." Remi adds with an unhappy sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "He thought he was doing what was best for me. He removed all the scars I once had as well." And then, as if expecting Finn to say something, Remi interjects, "I know. To think I could possibly have had more scars than I already do."
THE ALCHEMIST
but i just want to be there when the lightning strikes
& the saints go marching in
& the saints go marching in
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.
