ain't no party like a Taliesin party

REMI

the alchemist

there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.

"Does my agreeing make any difference?" Remi wonders. "It will cost what it costs." He'd prefer to return home with all of his limbs intact, but when had Remi's preferences ever factored in to anything? "When you're the one out there doing it, what one hopes and what's preferable doesn't matter." Which was of course the Lullaby's way of saying fuck your hope.

Picking up his own wine glass, annoyed that he hadn't riled Finn quite the way he'd wanted—flip the table, see if you have it in you to stab my hand into the table with your knife—Remi drains what's left in a single gulp.

"So, you and October...?" He asks, setting down his glass and peering across the table at Finn, unsure what sort of response he hoped his question would provoke.

in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.