Remi snorted a laugh, unable to help it. "I suppose that makes me practically a baby to you, then." He said with a cheeky grin, laughter pulling at the corners of his lips until his face was alight with amusement.
Pulling his knees into a crossed-leg position, the alchemist conjured a feather between his fingers and twirled it gently. "A lot of reasons, actually. I never quite understood them. I was a commoner and so...ahh...not all that involved, in the fighting itself, or the deciding about what to fight over." He said with a shrug. "There was a war, between our people and another group I think...though for all the time that I was building weapons and heard of attacks, I never actually saw a single attacker..." Biting the inside of his lip, Remi gave a rueful sort of chuckle.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
