hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
It's with all the love and adoration that Remi laughs at Ronin. Not riotous laughter, just a small chuckle really, and free of any animosity. "Or," the alchemist says carefully, leadingly. "You could let yourself believe that for as good as you are, there are dark parts of you now. And that is okay." Did Ronin need to learn how to keep himself in check when his buttons were pushed? Yes. Did that mean becoming a zen monk and sitting still with his eyes closed on a cloud? Not in Remi's opinion.
"You do not need to avoid your new instincts and inclinations, only to...redirect them if they aim in the wrong direction." Certainly the alchemist had taken out innumerable bouts of anger and rage on the migratory deer in the Greatwood as well as her trees. It was a necessary thing, and Remi saw no shame in it.
"You do not need to avoid your new instincts and inclinations, only to...redirect them if they aim in the wrong direction." Certainly the alchemist had taken out innumerable bouts of anger and rage on the migratory deer in the Greatwood as well as her trees. It was a necessary thing, and Remi saw no shame in it.
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.
