the lullaby
i don't want the world to see me,
because I don't think they'd understand
because I don't think they'd understand
"Mmm. Sorry." Remi confirms with a fleeting smile, wanting to rub at his eyes until he saw stars or perhaps to throw the glass of water against one of the walls just to hear it shatter. "That is a good point." The alchemist replies, now sounding weary and looking entirely out of place in this organized room of foreign things. Wanting to touch everything and look at nothing, Remi folds his arms across his chest that he might lock his fingers beneath his biceps. "I am sure Noah will have thoughts. Deimos too, probably." He mutters.
'Ah..I think..I think Vai has the same one.' Or perhaps all fairytale spines looked the same. Or perhaps he's just forcing his own memories into this room.
He should leave; Remi has what he came for, after all. He really should go.
Instead, he stalls.
"Would you want to assist with either the skyboat research or the port?" Remi wonders, wishing he still had his glass of water.
'Ah..I think..I think Vai has the same one.' Or perhaps all fairytale spines looked the same. Or perhaps he's just forcing his own memories into this room.
He should leave; Remi has what he came for, after all. He really should go.
Instead, he stalls.
"Would you want to assist with either the skyboat research or the port?" Remi wonders, wishing he still had his glass of water.
when everything's meant to be broken,
i just want you to know who I am
i just want you to know who I am
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.
