This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
”We did do that. Year after year. All of us together, we tried to kill them.” Remi interjects. “She is not young. She is centuries old now. Old enough certainly to have learned from her mistakes.” He counters with a shake of his head. “Once a friend described it to me this way: If you have a flower garden, you pluck away the things that make it hard for your flowers to go. You remove weeds and certain bugs. Perhaps those things have their place in other gardens, but if you decide they do not belong in yours, you remove them. This is the garden of the Old Gods. If they consider her a weed, then defending the things she can do is of no use.”
Raising a brow to hear of how one might reach Caido, Remi leans back in his chair. “How do you know? No one I have ever spoken to knows how to reach him. Especially not with dragons that could kill even one as strong as I am in a single blast.”
Talk of manticores has the alchemist smiling again, though he shakes his head no. “So far I am the only one I have seen. I can become other things as well, but the manticore is my favourite.”
Raising a brow to hear of how one might reach Caido, Remi leans back in his chair. “How do you know? No one I have ever spoken to knows how to reach him. Especially not with dragons that could kill even one as strong as I am in a single blast.”
Talk of manticores has the alchemist smiling again, though he shakes his head no. “So far I am the only one I have seen. I can become other things as well, but the manticore is my favourite.”
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.
