I took my time, I hurried up

i'm not the man they think i am at home

"Oh?" Now that does draw Remi's attention just as surely as the clink! of ice in a glass will make the mouth of a recovering alcoholic begin to water. "That is interesting.." The fingers on his right hand begin to drum impatiently upon the stones. "I...hm..." Swallowing against the alarm bells of Finn! and imagery of the Tower collapsing all around Ronin, Remi itches at the redness on one of his cheeks against his shoulder and clears his throat.

"Then it is settled. Just let us know when it is convenient for you, and...one of us can come and get you."

Looking at his right hand, Remi itches the stubble by the corner of his mouth with his left and frowns. "I am not sure I would say it is possessed..." He murmurs softly, as if not wanting his arm to overhear. "More like...it is a vessel for a spirit." His fingers still suddenly which has Remi's eyes narrowing. "Sometimes when I am writing, my printing changes drastically. It is not as if my hand can write me letters or anything, but the style of it...sometimes it will become not my own for a few words before changing back." He adds in a whisper.