that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt
"Not trying for wordplay. Only trying to make sure I understand that I don't unintentionally lose our game." The alchemist replies. Cleverer minds than his would no doubt have better questions to ask, but with Mateo stretching in his arms, Remi's heart is thundering far too loudly in his ears for clarity to be within his reach.
That Isla might look so callous is almost a relief, for never in life had the alchemist ever seen her appear so. Others might have, but never him. Not even on their darkest days together. "We are." Remi agrees before his mind has a moment to think twice, before the heartbeat ring on his finger can spell out in pulses the mistake he might be making.
"Is there anything more you'd have me do now? Other than what I have been?" Ludo's calls hadn't slowed in the past weeks despite his sickness, and Remi found the moments he was called to wakefulness full of voices in his head screaming names at him. At least with the healing water he'd been able to resume his duties.
That Isla might look so callous is almost a relief, for never in life had the alchemist ever seen her appear so. Others might have, but never him. Not even on their darkest days together. "We are." Remi agrees before his mind has a moment to think twice, before the heartbeat ring on his finger can spell out in pulses the mistake he might be making.
"Is there anything more you'd have me do now? Other than what I have been?" Ludo's calls hadn't slowed in the past weeks despite his sickness, and Remi found the moments he was called to wakefulness full of voices in his head screaming names at him. At least with the healing water he'd been able to resume his duties.
THE
ALCHEMIST
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.
