we can't make any promises now

With more feathers than curls now, the alchemist slowly shook his head. "Then don't." He offered simply. It was one thing to know what someone had done to you, what they were to you and you to them, but it was another entirely to feel it. And without that latter element, it was hard for the alchemist to see the disheveled and hollowed-out man before him as someone deserving as of his anger. Not that Remi had much anger in him to begin with, and what little he did was given over entirely to the blight. Still, a thousand questions bubbled up brightly in the alchemist's mind as he looked the Launceleyn over, finding his appearance at an utter contrast to what he might have imagined. Questions that once he might have deserved an answer to, but now? He supposed now it was only idle and morbid curiosity. Either Loren would have a good reason for leaving him, or he would not. If he didn't, best it go unsaid, and if he did? Would it help or change anything to a man who only had anecdotal accounts of what he and the librarian had been like together? Did it matter, whether Loren had ever actually loved him? Did it matter the hell Remi had gone through having been left by the only person he'd ever loved? REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences