what have I done

The fact that Isla would worry about him when she was standing in the snow barefoot was concerning. She was a healer yes and so perhaps some might think it would make sense her immediate concern for someone else understandable, but Remi knew Isla. She was pragmatic. She wasn't an idiot. She wouldn't just be standing outside in the snow like this. "So will you. Come inside." So saying he tried to encourage her to follow him by tightening his fingertips against her arms until her gaze lowered and she began to speak again. Though the Voice did not ring within him the same bell of terror hearing Ludo or Frey's name did, the alchemist was still understandably wary of the gods. What she said didn't make much sense to him, until he recalled how the Voice had asked Amalia if she wanted to ascend. Eyes widening slightly with concern for his friend (as well as a distinct lack of judgement), he lowered his head slightly to try to peer into her eyes which seemed to be weeping something that looked too shiny to be tears. But then it was dark, and Remi was tired. "What did you ask her for?" He inquired gently, heart pounding but not wanting to jump to conclusions too soon. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times