you come to me, wild and wired

Ludo Something seemed to alter in the deity wrapped about the statue, as if it were seeing Remi properly for the first time in a very long time. The last instance of their meeting the alchemist had been healing, or at least he seemed to be, and now...? The disregard for life or death was staggering. A rag snapped out, prodding first at the scar tissue upon his chest, then the silver that striped his throat, and finally whipped up to thwack him petulantly across the forehead. ”And look - when you do not try, here I am.” It seemed to shrug. ”This is the first time you have visited since death stopped mattering to you. Since Aoife.” One of the checkers made another move.