oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
It's probably true enough, what she says, though Remi doesn't know what reason the Woods would have for keeping it from him. But then the things Remi doesn't know could fill an entire world.
"No, it's..." Well, it wasn't fine, but it was okay. "We were in the wagon. I was getting ready to take a nap with Mateo when suddenly we were...in this other place." Vaguely Remi's eyes narrow as he tries to remember the Celestine, though his memories are clouded by hate and anger such that the beauty of the place is entirely overshadowed. "They were all there. The gods and the heralds." Rubbing at his forehead and smearing dirt across it, Remi just sighs. Meeting Vi and Mort (and Rae) is entirely lost on him, and he knows it.
The mention of what Ronin might look like has Remi grunting with heartbroken amusement. "Sweaty, most of the time. All he does is train."
"No, it's..." Well, it wasn't fine, but it was okay. "We were in the wagon. I was getting ready to take a nap with Mateo when suddenly we were...in this other place." Vaguely Remi's eyes narrow as he tries to remember the Celestine, though his memories are clouded by hate and anger such that the beauty of the place is entirely overshadowed. "They were all there. The gods and the heralds." Rubbing at his forehead and smearing dirt across it, Remi just sighs. Meeting Vi and Mort (and Rae) is entirely lost on him, and he knows it.
The mention of what Ronin might look like has Remi grunting with heartbroken amusement. "Sweaty, most of the time. All he does is train."
The Lullaby
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.
