This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
There is the sound of feathers and flapping—like some strange garment being fluffed out to hang over a line. "Finn," Remi says softly, still backlit by the sun and likely just as ominous to behold, but back in his own body at least. Holding out his hand toward the other man, the alchemist thinks better of it, and instead takes a step back to give the Spyglass room to stand on his own. "I am hardly one of the scariest things you will behold should you go after more relics." He points out, rubbing the back of his neck. "If that made you unable to attack..." Slowly he shakes his head. Basilisks and gargoyles, and Finn was undone by white eyes and rags?
To be fair, Remi is one of the few who has never had to experience himself.
To be fair, Remi is one of the few who has never had to experience himself.
REMI
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.
