wild in the silence; no way to make it right
"We're wet Amalia, because we're in water." The alchemist responds with a warm chuckle. The scratches she's left on his skin turn into bright red lines, but he hardly takes notice of them. A long time ago Remi was not the sort who could shrug off injuries in the manner he so now easily does. But with Amalia finally lucid in his arms, the slight pain is the farther thing from his mind.
Glancing overMorgan, her question one both he and Ronin had considered before, the Lullaby directs his gaze to Chulane with a slight tilt of his head. "I...would suggest more caution than that." He offers, releasing Amalia that she might go about filling her horn (not that she does, but oh well). "It could be that it is quite harmful to them. After all, why shouldn't it be, given the Old God's position when it comes to the ascended?"
Swallowing hard, he shifts his gaze slightly back to Morgan, shrugging softly. "It might be best to simply tell them what we know and what we've seen, but not at all suggest it will work the same for them. Or at least, I don't want that on my hands." Perhaps they would, and perhaps it would be fine. But unlike the apparent company he kept these days, Remi is no hero.
Remi says some stuff and gathers water.
Glancing over
Swallowing hard, he shifts his gaze slightly back to Morgan, shrugging softly. "It might be best to simply tell them what we know and what we've seen, but not at all suggest it will work the same for them. Or at least, I don't want that on my hands." Perhaps they would, and perhaps it would be fine. But unlike the apparent company he kept these days, Remi is no hero.
Remi says some stuff and gathers water.
THE ALCHEMIST
i’ve been chasin the storm of a lovesick lonely lie
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.
