back to normal, if it ever was

all our lives i watched you search beneath the fallen skies

"All you ruined was Ronin's nap." The alchemist said, sighing as he looked down at Loren. Crouching down in front of the summoner, Remi clasped his hands loosely in an effort to keep them to himself. Closing his eyes he pressed his knuckles against his forehead and took a breath. This act of restraint of course came at a price, as wings sprouted and unfurled from his back, his magic easily making way for them. It was an absurd tableau to be sure: the shattered-eyed alchemist with wings of muted ochre, too broken to be an angel, but as persistent as you might expect one to be. And then the summoner with the power to call forth anything he might dream of, crumpled and collapsed, unable to call forth the things he really needed: the ability to forgive himself, to trust, to accept he could make mistakes and not be abandoned.

"No." Remi replied, letting his hands slip between his knees as he balanced easily on the balls of his feet, lest they move to wipe away the summoners tears. "There is little to be done about Ronin right now, but that has nothing to do with you."