This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi's mind wants to dissect those words and find flaws in them. The world? But not the things outside of it? Not more than the dead who wait for us, when finally we manage to die for the last time? Where this is coming from, he won't know until after LongNight. Until everyone returns home safely (or not), and he realizes that he's let his circle widen without realizing it. Vai, Mateo, Isla, Ronin...he cares more than he knows, but in unhealthy ways that are eating him from the inside out.
Maybe he'll see that, when the sun rises.
The alchemist can't help but laugh dryly at that, nodding. "When my biggest worry was setting up my shop in the Grounds. I was so proud of that damn shop, I'd never had anything like that before." Remi looks down at Ronin's hand, scared and rough in all the right places. "Helping you clear that golem out of the guild you were setting up seemed so dangerous." And now look where they were. Who they were.
Maybe he'll see that, when the sun rises.
The alchemist can't help but laugh dryly at that, nodding. "When my biggest worry was setting up my shop in the Grounds. I was so proud of that damn shop, I'd never had anything like that before." Remi looks down at Ronin's hand, scared and rough in all the right places. "Helping you clear that golem out of the guild you were setting up seemed so dangerous." And now look where they were. Who they were.
REMI
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.
