maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Remi seems more at home beneath the drizzle than he does a step away from the man who he so resembles. Breathing out a sigh that threatens to be one of relief, the Alchemist just clenches his jaw for a moment. "And I said you shouldn't worry about me." And, not knowing which of them needed to hear it more, added: "I'm not for you to worry about."
As for the stone, the Alchemist merely shrugged. It was lost to the waves now. "It doesn't matter." Though it did. And like an irritant that in the right hands can turn into a pearl and in the wrong, an infection, that Finn acted so had planted something between them. What it would become time would tell.
"I take it you have no magic that would help with this?" Remi asks, turning his back to Finn and raising his hands. As he did, the sand heaved beneath them, rising and piling up.
As for the stone, the Alchemist merely shrugged. It was lost to the waves now. "It doesn't matter." Though it did. And like an irritant that in the right hands can turn into a pearl and in the wrong, an infection, that Finn acted so had planted something between them. What it would become time would tell.
"I take it you have no magic that would help with this?" Remi asks, turning his back to Finn and raising his hands. As he did, the sand heaved beneath them, rising and piling up.
THE ALCHEMIST
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
