this ain't for the best

& all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

"No Loren, I assumed the best of you at every turn." He said giving his once-friend a deeply wounded look. "But even my naivety has its limits apparently." Sighing, Remi looked down into his lap for a moment. "I never once took it away." He said in a voice just above a whisper.

At yet another apology, Remi merely raised a brow and shrugged. "Yes, you should have." He agreed sadly. But the alchemist was nearly drowning in apologies from Loren, and without any thing to ever suggest the man's behaviour might change, he indeed was beginning to be crushed by them. The words were simply hollow now.

"The obvious ones, yes. That is a bit about what being a friend is about. When you make a commitment to me that you are going to break, yes you should think about how that is going to effect me. When you start seeing someone new, yes, perhaps that is the sort of thing you might mention. When you send a vague note of apology instead of coming to see Ronin and I, yes that is the sort of thing you might stop and consider." Remi replied, the emotion in his voice starkly contrasted against Loren's toneless queries.