This scar I can't reverse, when the more it heals the worse it hurts
Remi raises a brow. “Then let it be so. An eye for an eye, and all that.” He says. “My best friend is an ascended, and I would not enact vengeance against her because of what the others did. “
Exasperated, the alchemist folds his arms across his chest. “You know just as I do that there are more than one way someone might be innocent. That those who died in the attack on Stormbreak might not have been innocent of everything, they were at least innocent of anything that would have resulted in their deaths without so much as a trial or even a second thought.” And as for Ronin? He shakes his head. “When one cuts off the branch of a tree you do not say that he was trying to cut the tree down. Pulling down a few boulders that will not result in the collapse is not the same as targeting structural weaknesses to intentionally make the Tower fall.”
Pressing his teeth together and inhaling as calmly as he could, the alchemist looked out over Darkeye’s shoulder to the Greatwood beyond. Gods but he was growing tired of this.
“The Greatwood was once home only to the fae. They lived within these trees for centuries, relying only on what the Wood could provide. They were not part of the war that ruined this world. When the barrier fell a few years ago, understandably those within became curious and began to wander into the Woods. The fae told them to leave and for the most part many did. Wessex did not, repeatedly trespassing. The ascended were then banned, and still they came. They tried to burn down the Mathair, which the fae consider to be a sacred tree here—later we realized she was in fact a goddess—and killed a handful of fae in their efforts.” Sighing, Remi pulls his sea-glass stare back towards the other man.
“Now the fae have grown a bit more trusting, but Ludo has installed me here to act as a defence against the ascended should they try and invade once more. “
"The sign that represented in has been destroyed. The Order is no more but the suffering it brought is still real." Darkeye took a breath and the topic went very much in one direction. "What is the history of the Greatwood? What happened here so I can put it in my book?"
Exasperated, the alchemist folds his arms across his chest. “You know just as I do that there are more than one way someone might be innocent. That those who died in the attack on Stormbreak might not have been innocent of everything, they were at least innocent of anything that would have resulted in their deaths without so much as a trial or even a second thought.” And as for Ronin? He shakes his head. “When one cuts off the branch of a tree you do not say that he was trying to cut the tree down. Pulling down a few boulders that will not result in the collapse is not the same as targeting structural weaknesses to intentionally make the Tower fall.”
Pressing his teeth together and inhaling as calmly as he could, the alchemist looked out over Darkeye’s shoulder to the Greatwood beyond. Gods but he was growing tired of this.
“The Greatwood was once home only to the fae. They lived within these trees for centuries, relying only on what the Wood could provide. They were not part of the war that ruined this world. When the barrier fell a few years ago, understandably those within became curious and began to wander into the Woods. The fae told them to leave and for the most part many did. Wessex did not, repeatedly trespassing. The ascended were then banned, and still they came. They tried to burn down the Mathair, which the fae consider to be a sacred tree here—later we realized she was in fact a goddess—and killed a handful of fae in their efforts.” Sighing, Remi pulls his sea-glass stare back towards the other man.
“Now the fae have grown a bit more trusting, but Ludo has installed me here to act as a defence against the ascended should they try and invade once more. “
"The sign that represented in has been destroyed. The Order is no more but the suffering it brought is still real." Darkeye took a breath and the topic went very much in one direction. "What is the history of the Greatwood? What happened here so I can put it in my book?"
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.
