This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
"With what monsters? The ones that came at LongNight were creations of the Voice." Remi says with a shake of his head. "And for the rest, the heralds were within the dome as well—Safin, Ludo, and Frey." As for coexistence? Rubbing at his eyes again, the alchemist can only shrug. "I honestly do not know. As long as the Old Gods want the Voice gone there will be no peace. And for all of the violence she has caused, convincing them otherwise is likely not possible."
Taking no offence, Remi can only nod. "You can call me a slave then. You asked why it was I was helping. That is the reason. I could disobey, though. That is still my choice." It's with a sad smile that the alchemist watches the other man's anger bubble to the surface for a moment, understanding the sentiment all too well.
"Without the Voice, they will die unless something can be done." Remi says, frowning. "One of my best friends is an ascended, so I would find a solution if there is one to be found."
Taking no offence, Remi can only nod. "You can call me a slave then. You asked why it was I was helping. That is the reason. I could disobey, though. That is still my choice." It's with a sad smile that the alchemist watches the other man's anger bubble to the surface for a moment, understanding the sentiment all too well.
"Without the Voice, they will die unless something can be done." Remi says, frowning. "One of my best friends is an ascended, so I would find a solution if there is one to be found."
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.
