took a fall from a windy height

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

"You wouldn't have." Remi says with a shake of his head, wanting to release Ronin from whatever guilt he might have been feeling. "It was spoken most often on the road, in Northwind. And of course, anyone who moved around enough to have learned it obviously couldn't have been too well-bred, or settled." He adds as if the explanation might help soothe away whatever part of the Star that felt as if he should have known.

Drawing attention to his hands does indeed have the effect Ronin intends, leaving the alchemist entirely man once more. On the outside, at least. "Everything about her was." Then, with a small smile, adds, "Bellissima". It wouldn't take a linguist to work out what that translated to.

'It's fine.' Remi replies, his head leaning softly back so that it can rest against Ronin's. "It isn't anything more than anyone else." He adds, uncomfortable with having his past made to seem novel in comparison to anyone else's even if perhaps it was. "I suppose it isn't surprising that it was Vai leaving that made me remember."

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay