all that was me, is gone

The alchemist flinched at that. Memories were indeed precious, all the more so given how many of them Ludo had taken from him. Ludo wasn't the sort of god one needed to look for. It was not like Safrin in her beauty, nor Frey in their strange constantly aroused state. Instead the herald of death was like a ghost; one you saw sometimes, but one better not to be actively looked for. So it was that as small childlike fingers made dark by shadow? magic? (Remi's mind obviously didn't wander to the real cause), curled about the shrine, the alchemist merely swallowed but made no effort to steal a glance all the way around. The imagery was bright and real and unmistakably exact. Dropping to his knees, heedless of how his bones thumped dully against the boards of the dock, Remi clutched at his chest as his teeth clicked together. He scrunched his eyes closed but of course that did little to deaden the effect. "I take it you don't mean my scars." Remi murmured breathlessly after a moment, adrift in the horrific current of Ludo's projection. Яemi I'm holding on to all the pieces of my heart's debris