The white sheep of the family
”You have assumed the worst of me at every turn. And you let me think there was a possibility of friendship, then took it away, after I told you repeatedly I would need to learn to be a friend to you.” As Remi responded to Loren’s own tirade, the tension drained out of him. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed. ”You’re right. I should have been more considerate. I should have asked after you, and thought about you and your well-being, and told you my plans. I am sorry that I failed in that” Gazing at the alchemist, the summoner clasped felt his hands opening and closing helplessly.
Then though he forced himself to still. ”So I'm supposed to stop and consider how every single thing I do might impact you? How it might come across to you? And then talk to you about every decision of mine?” His voice came out without inflection.
Then though he forced himself to still. ”So I'm supposed to stop and consider how every single thing I do might impact you? How it might come across to you? And then talk to you about every decision of mine?” His voice came out without inflection.
Will blood tell
