Worthless and Broken

The alchemist shrugged with ease. "I never said it was a secret. If you thought it was worth sharing with him, I trust your judgement." Then...with a horrible think swallow he asked, "..did you tell him the rest of what I said? Of why I needed to..." Colour breezed across his cheeks as he gave his friend a wavery look. "I doubt there is anything between us to come between." Remi said in a low voice, not wanting the words to be true, but finding it harder and harder to believe they weren't. "Besides, this whole thing with Loren and I...it is not for anyone else to make better or worse. It's just us." Saying this though sent a shiver down Remi's spine. Us. What a joke that was. "Oh? Well what else could he have meant?" Remi said with a gentle playfulness. "Because the Phoebe Steadman I know survived a massacre during LongNight, is friends with a god, has a soul bonded to a dragon, runs her own clinic, and still manages to make time for me and everyone else. If crying when you are frightened or upset makes you weak, then I will let you in on a secret:" So saying, he glanced around before leaning forward. "Loren is very weak indeed." This he said kindly though, not meant necessarily as a slight against the summoner. Remi of all people had no recourse to criticize anyone for crying, the point simply being that doing so didn't make you weak. "As for unloveable? Emmett loved you very much, despite how things ended. Sunjata too." Deja vu prickled the back of Remi's neck and he had to try not to wince away from it, as he repeated the same words he'd told Loren only days earlier. "Love does not always mean being together. Love does not just make things work out. It does not make it any less real." REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me