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REMI

the alchemist

What good are hands
if there's nothing that they hold

"Mmmm. This is certainly a part of Torchline that I do not miss." The alchemist replies with a crooked tilt of his head. Folding his arms across his chest which hides the worst of his scars (save for the ones that line his throat, from where he had cut it himself), Remi leans against the counter with a frown. "Yes and no. He heard about something that happened." The alchemist explains, poorly.

Following Maeve toward the coach, Remi indeed takes residence closest to the fire. It takes a moment for him to find a position that's comfortable without being revealing, but once he does, he exhales a weary sigh. "Ronin just learned that...he is not the only one to have a child with Safrin." Remi explains in a tone that's measured, though the lack of melody in his accent gives away his worry. "That it is Sunjata—" Surely if Vai knew, everyone knew at this point, "—given how good of friends they are..or possibly were, now, it..." The alchemist shakes his head, releasing a few errant raindrops onto his shoulders.

'With all the tension between the two of us, and Sunjata and Nate, I can only imagine how things will go between them."

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!