[SEASONAL EVENT] When you try your best but you don't succeed

REMI ABRUZZO When these weary days, when these days are done We'll be in the sun Remi's brows raised softly, but he let Sam speak. That they had gone into the Spire was not surprising. It was why they had taken on the demon after all. Why Ronin had died. Though from what little he knew of Sam in this memory-stream, the bookmaker seemed an odd choice for such an ascent. He was an ascended though. Perhaps that was all there was to it. "Oh." The alchemist said softly, sweeping a hand through his curls and nodding. He supposed it was good news, though with everything that had happened Remi had a hard time going. Staying or leaving..it hardly mattered now. The memory of the temple, their kiss and promise to discuss plans of just that topic flittered into the forefront of Remi's mind, and wearily he ran a hand across his eyes as if to blur it away. "So it is just...down? And the Voice is free? And..." Gesturing with his hand for a moment, Remi held his breath, eyes raising as he searched for the words he was looking for. Sighing, too tired to struggle too much, he finally settled on: "..And nothing bad has happened?" When these weary days, when these days are through I'll be working my way back to you