Restoration...maybe

Remi nodded immediately. Isla had said something similar, but he and Vai had pieced together as much as well. Though he'd never dare to disagree with a god about what was necessary, internally the held on to his spark of disagreement. Something about it felt right. Or perhaps that was simply his humanity speaking. But you would do the same for Samuel? "Yes." Remi answered immediately, his voice as confident as it ever had been.  "Please." He added hastily, eyes lowering. Quickly though they were raised back up by the sudden appearance of the goddess. Inhaling, Remi's lashed fluttered as he took her in, a startled look on his face. Like a lamb before slaughter, he swallowed. She was so much closer than she'd been last time, and now her attention was focused upon him as it had never been before. The hair on his arms rose and he felt his heart quicken. Unsure whether her statement was a compliment or a criticism of just how poor his work was, Remi merely nodded uncertainly. "A f—" Quickly he clamped down onto the words, though his expression was one of torment. Disagreeing with the Voice was surely a bad idea, and yet...yet Sam was not flawed, nor would he be even with this. Looking down, quite sure that what was about to leave his lips was probably inadvisable, Remi was helpless to leave a defense of Sam unsaid. "Not a flaw." He whispered. "Surely a creature who enjoys what they are, is more perfect than one which does not? And if these sensations are merely superfluous to your design then—" Abruptly the alchemist fell silent as she started speaking again, though this time her words coaxed hope into Remi's pale eyes. Listening and holding his breath far longer than he should have, Remi released it in a shaky, relieved, and joy-filled laugh as she agreed. "Thank you. Thank you so very much." The gushed boyishly, the delight on his face so obvious and apparent as he tried to steady his breathing. REMI How do you steal what you really want When what you really want is free?