what have I done

Remi raised a curious brow but said nothing. It wasn't in his nature to pry, and honestly, the fact that it was Archebold spoke volumes. There was something about the man. So charismatic and charming, but those eyes...always so dark. So black. Nodding, Remi looked up at her with a soft sort of bewilderment as she rose and then knelt before him. It wasn't a position that necessarily made him feel better about this—some silent and latent thoughts about equality and sexuality and all that—but swallowing down the urge to laugh nervously, the alchemist merely nodded and grinned. "I do not remember you taking my pulse with your teeth before. Perhaps I was unconscious for that." He said with an easy smile, willingly offering his wrist to her. Too willingly. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times