LUDO
”Then would you like me around more, to provide direction?” Ludo asked, watching as Remi swept away the sand. Particles of it leapt into the air as he did so, twisting and forming, until suddenly a miniature version of the Alchemist was suspended before them, wings outstretched, a sailor in arms. The sand danced to mimic movement, the mercy-killing of the man taking place in slow motion.”You were compassionate when you opened your soul to me,” it pointed out. ”What has changed since that time? What makes you so callous to the suffering of the world?”
