The white sheep of the family
Loren tilted his head and gave Remi a quizzical look. "What is the point?" However, it was clear from the distracted tone in the summoner's voice that he didn't really care about the answer. Instead, he was watching the alchemist sharply for any sign of what the other man might be thinking.
As Remi swallowed, the Launceleyn ran a nervous hand through his hair and glanced down. "It doesn't...well. You..." Biting his lip again, Loren finally sighed. "What's on your mind?" Then the summoner frowned and looked back up, meeting the alchemist's eyes. "Wait, why would Phoebe kill me?" The confusion was evident in the Launceleyn's expression and tone, but understanding dawned soon enough. "Because it's Sunjata and Lusea?" Then Loren shook his head. "I...hadn't thought about that." He hung his head, more than a bit ashamed.
As Remi swallowed, the Launceleyn ran a nervous hand through his hair and glanced down. "It doesn't...well. You..." Biting his lip again, Loren finally sighed. "What's on your mind?" Then the summoner frowned and looked back up, meeting the alchemist's eyes. "Wait, why would Phoebe kill me?" The confusion was evident in the Launceleyn's expression and tone, but understanding dawned soon enough. "Because it's Sunjata and Lusea?" Then Loren shook his head. "I...hadn't thought about that." He hung his head, more than a bit ashamed.
Will blood tell
