Call it what you want

It was true. They had no idea how long it would take, and given how the world was still swimming in and out of focus, that was perhaps something the alchemist should have given a great deal more thought to earlier. But of course he hadn't. He'd thought only of the nearness of Sam and the intoxicating array of sensations he was experiencing. Never before had the alchemist been quite so thoughtless, and now he might well die because of it. "Not much to eat down here." Remi said, trying on a smile but feeling too exhausted to hold it for long. Rocking back against the wall, Remi sat down with his back against it as he had been only moments ago. Running a hand over his eyes, he looked up at Sam. "You just.." Fluttering his eyelashes for a moment, the alchemist tried to introspect and think of just what the feeling was like. It had become so second nature to him that he really had never thought about it in detail for a good long while. "It. It's here—" Remi said pointing somewhere near his sternum. "Deep inside. Like a flickering. Focus on that and—" Holding up his arm—shaking quite a bit with even this small strain—his fingers began to extend into long flight feathers as smaller contour feathers climbed up his arm. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times