I would rather be dead

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

"Now? Now nothing. We aren't friends, probably haven't been since you returned if we ever were before. My husband all but hates you given all you've done, and word on the beach is that you and Neron and Zariah are Launceleyning Halo. Why you're even here, I don't know." 'Here' being Torchline or the Fingers hardly seemed to matter. Where once the alchemist had been a neverending font of warmth and forgiveness, even when it came to Loren, now he was entirely dry.  He'd been free with his love and affection and it hadn't been enough to save his daughter. Now, he'd much more careful to whom he showed that side of himself.

Rolling his eyes at the alcohol, Remi gave Loren another disappointed stare. "I'd ask how much longer you're going to continue drinking yourself into an early grave, but I'm sure that will sound too close to me SoUnDinG lIkE I'm CarIng, so I'll just let you get on with it. Looks like you're well on your way to ruining yet another relationship, so well done." That relationship, of course being the one with Astra.

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