the house that built me

Remi gave the bard an incredulous look, nodding his head with skeptical agreement. "Mmmhm. And she's welcome to it." He grumbled. The alchemist didn't know, and merely took Jigano's words as referring to Deimos' rather gruff exterior. It didn't surprise him though, that there was an understanding and helpful man beneath all the grunts and stern looks. "Oh?" Remi raised a brow at that. "Well, I suppose it can't be all bad blood between us." He quipped with a dark grin, raising his cup of wine to his lips and draining nearly all of it. "Has she now? How nice for her." He didn't think it would help. Remi could still speak to Isla, the same way that Amalia would be able to. It wasn't a lack of ability on his part, merely...there was less and less Isla to talk to anymore. "Nice as that might be, to use Sugar to play tricks on Ronin and the like, I'd be happy enough if nothing about my abilities changed any time soon." remi Too long till I drown in your hands