right now everything you want is wrong
& right now all your dreams are waking up
& right now all your dreams are waking up
Remi watches all of this, unsurprised, but filled with remorse and guilt just the same. Always have the pair wounded each other in the name of honesty, but unlike times previous to this, Remi feels bad for the impact his words have on the Spyglass.
"I wasn't trying to get anywhere." Remi explains or perhaps clarifies. "I was in the Greatwood, asleep in a wagon." Running a hand up the side of his cheek and then through his curls, Remi looks toward the door and closes his eyes. He knows Ronin will understand of course, but certainly explaining how he came to be in Stormbreak which didn't involve waking up at the Star's side will be required.
Again Remi is inclined to make some sort of joke to fill the awkwardness, but he refrains. He also refrains from the inevitable back and forth which will come from telling Finn he needn't bother. I'm up anyways, or You need an escort, or whatever the Spyglass will say, and so the alchemist merely nods appreciatively.
So Remi will slip out of the door and start making his way down the stairs. They seem endless, which gives him far too much time to think.
About Finn. About where his hands had been. How he'd said nothing happened. Pushing open the clinic doors to reveal ruddy sunlight, the alchemist shivers slightly. Wearing only a t-shirt he's woefully underdressed, but it hardly matters.
"I wasn't trying to get anywhere." Remi explains or perhaps clarifies. "I was in the Greatwood, asleep in a wagon." Running a hand up the side of his cheek and then through his curls, Remi looks toward the door and closes his eyes. He knows Ronin will understand of course, but certainly explaining how he came to be in Stormbreak which didn't involve waking up at the Star's side will be required.
Again Remi is inclined to make some sort of joke to fill the awkwardness, but he refrains. He also refrains from the inevitable back and forth which will come from telling Finn he needn't bother. I'm up anyways, or You need an escort, or whatever the Spyglass will say, and so the alchemist merely nods appreciatively.
So Remi will slip out of the door and start making his way down the stairs. They seem endless, which gives him far too much time to think.
About Finn. About where his hands had been. How he'd said nothing happened. Pushing open the clinic doors to reveal ruddy sunlight, the alchemist shivers slightly. Wearing only a t-shirt he's woefully underdressed, but it hardly matters.
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.
