you come to me, wild and wired

Ludo ”Yes,” Ludo agreed, ”and you would do well to remember it.” The strong could not outrun death, and nor could the clever. And as realisation seemed to dawn upon the alchemist that the deity had draped itself around, Ludo would appear to smile again, though this time Remi would not see it. ”I think you do, yes. We shall speak again soon.” It was phrased as a promise rather than a suggestion, and Remi would feel Ludo dissolve away to nothing around him. He would be left only with calm sands and lapping waves, all in the glorious colours of Torchline. ~FIN