Remi Abruzzo
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
& all we are is skin and bone trained to get along
Though Remi was a scientist of sorts when it came to the nomenclature of gods he was entirely at a loss. So instead he merely shrugged at Bastien's suggestion that they were a race unto themselves. Even so, the flaw in the man's logic seemed obvious. "I...but if they are a race, then it would seem no? After all, simply because one tends to a horse, one does not become one? We would all have to be the same race now, and I do not know about you—" With a chuckle, Remi raised his hands and flexed them for a moment as he gazed up at Bastien. "—I have never felt less like a god."
"Ahh." The alchemist said with an awkward shrug, brushing away the compliment. "It is merely a matter of experience. Just as you are able to see art and beauty in the world where I cannot, I can name the uses and qualities of various things. It is not so different. If anything you are the more impressive one, for I do not believe artistry can truly be taught. I used to be friends with a painter .. and the things she could see, I could not even hope to imagine." Then again, Delphine had had synesthesia which lent itself well to her artistic abilities. But even so.
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.
