I would rather be dead

it doesn't matter where you roam, when no one's left to call you home

Remi had turned to resume what it was he'd been doing earlier (trying to discern the change in his magic). Pausing, he watched Loren stalk up to him before turning and squaring his shoulders to the Launceleyn. The differences in their respective body types couldn't have been more clear then, and the Remi of long long ago would never believe he'd one day be starring down a duke with such hostility and disgust. More so given who that particular duke was.

"Oh no, Loren." Remi chuckled, his lips threatening to crease into a sneer as Loren's hands balled into fists. "I remember very well your whole speech about letting you be your own man, figure out who you are." Raising a brow and letting his eyes slowly wash over Loren's gaunt frame, the alchemist gave an unimpressed shrug as if to say, and this is it, apparently.

i might have strained a bit too far, i'm countin' all the moonlit stars