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REMI

the alchemist

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

"Everyone dies." Remi says with a slow roll of his shoulders. "Appearing on my list at least means you are being spared a worse death." All of his magic might be life-ending in nature, that didn't mean it was all painful or brutal in practice. Much of what he could do was intended to make one's demise as sweet as possible. In the wrong hands of course the Lullaby could turn one's world into a waking nightmare, which always begged the question of whether or not Remi's hands were indeed the wrong ones.

Smiling gratefully, the alchemist dips his head, placing his teacup gently onto the table and turning towards the Madame. "You do not have to be asleep for long." He explains. " Are you alright here, or would you prefer to be in bed?"

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

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