oh but that's the irony: broken people are not fragile
"I tried anyway." Remi murmurs with a bitter smirk, watching as his son's fingers try and fail to grab at the colours. Depth perception is hard, but he'll learn in time. "Not that it mattered. Mort said something about the greater good and building a better world for Mateo and then we were just...separated." The alchemist explains through a mouthful of bread.
As for why they were separated? "Because Ronin is a soldier and will likely better help their efforts with the rest of the soldiers. And I'm..." Winged and unshaven, what Remi is, is feral. "...better suited to the Woods, I suppose."
The revealed cabin steals Remi's breath despite his anger and resentment. He stops chewing, gawking at the hidden home Vai made for herself. "It's beautiful." He murmurs appreciatively, loving the wild recklessness of the plants.
"Nearly a week." Remi answers eventually.
As for why they were separated? "Because Ronin is a soldier and will likely better help their efforts with the rest of the soldiers. And I'm..." Winged and unshaven, what Remi is, is feral. "...better suited to the Woods, I suppose."
The revealed cabin steals Remi's breath despite his anger and resentment. He stops chewing, gawking at the hidden home Vai made for herself. "It's beautiful." He murmurs appreciatively, loving the wild recklessness of the plants.
"Nearly a week." Remi answers eventually.
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.
