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.

Remi's fingers are ice-cold and stiff in the Huntsman's grasp. Able to hear only Finn's parting words ringing in his ears, the Lullaby shrugs, somehow appearing guilty and defiant. "Can we go home, please." He asks, staring hard enough at the bloody napkin that it had begun to blur and spread before his eyes. Imagining it thrown from the Falling, Remi can clearly see it falling down, down, down toward the bluffs. Tugged by the sea and the currents, eventually it lands against one of the skulls where it remains forever.

He's about to say that he didn't do it, it being the cause of the bloody napkin, but that wasn't true, was it? He hadn't physically touched Finn, but what excuse was that? "Please Ronin. I can't, anymore."

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