REMI
the lullaby
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Upon my liar's chair
Entirely taken aback by the sudden sway of attitude, the alchemist sits up in his chair, levelling a gaze at Locke. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he's unaware of what nerve he's suddenly pinched in the other man. "I never said she wasn't a person." Remi corrects smoothly. "Nor that she was just a whore." He adds, wondering if this wasn't just Locke projecting some internal grievance onto the conversation they were having.
"Mmmm." Stiffly commented, the alchemist suddenly seems less than enthusiastic about continuing their previous line of conversation. His jaw feathers somewhat, the things Maeve had told him previously of Locke and Sunjata playing over in his mind.
"You must not know much of Ludo, to think I would ever do such a thing." The Lullaby says under his breath. A joke or not, Remi will never be the sort to laugh about being an assassin. But then Locke asks for the lesson that he clearly needs, and the alchemist finds himself conceding easily. "That is easily enough done."
"Mmmm." Stiffly commented, the alchemist suddenly seems less than enthusiastic about continuing their previous line of conversation. His jaw feathers somewhat, the things Maeve had told him previously of Locke and Sunjata playing over in his mind.
"You must not know much of Ludo, to think I would ever do such a thing." The Lullaby says under his breath. A joke or not, Remi will never be the sort to laugh about being an assassin. But then Locke asks for the lesson that he clearly needs, and the alchemist finds himself conceding easily. "That is easily enough done."
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
I cannot repair
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.
