Call it what you want

Tired..so tired... As if through water, Remi reached out to grab for his jacket that had been so swiftly and thoughtlessly discarded earlier. Putting it back on felt like an exercise in and of itself. His arm muscles felt languid and unresponsiveness and he couldn't be bothered to do the buttons of his shirt back up. Looking towards Sam, a smile pulled at his lips as he watched feathers stretch from the man's fingers. Wrapping his arms around himself, he let the smile press against his cheeks with a distant and exhausted sort of pride. Watching him shrink and contort down into the body Remi knew so well was interesting and strangely nostalgic. Hawks were common enough, but the type that Remi was was a good deal lighter than most. He'd never seen what he looked like, not with his own eyes, and it made him smile. "There." Remi said gently, gazing down at the small winged predator. "Now you are rather like me." Whether or not Sam could answer him back was hard to say. Some attuned here could, and some couldn't and thus far the alchemist didn't really know why that was. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times