Shoot The Messenger

yes other hearts were broken & other dreams ran dry

but our golden ones sail on and on

"Oh do I? And here I thought I looked rather good." The alchemist tutted back with a crooked smile. Sam was quite right though: shirtless and bedraggled, unkempt hair and weary eyes, the alchemist was the picture of exhaustion.

"Ahh, she sleeps quite soundly lately." Remi said with a sigh. "She and Ronin take quite a few naps together." So saying a tired smile pulled at Remi's lips. Aoife was the only person or thing that, without question, could brighten Ronin's mood.

"But you are right. I should try and get some sleep." He wouldn't, of course. Instead, he'd wake Ronin and tell him what he'd learned. And, in a few short hours, Amalia would be by as well with her own revelations. Pushing his back against the wall to help stand, Remi offered the ascended a sleepy smile, reaching down a hand to help pull him up. "Thank you for coming to tell me all of this Sam. I know it was not easy."

Remi

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