the house that built me

"Mmm. I think as with the fae, just because we're interested in them, doesn't mean they're at all interested in us. I for one, am now very sympathetic to that point of view." Toasting this sentiment with a tilt of his glass, Remi nearly drained it down again. "Easier to not think about it really. If I focus too hard it does become overwhelming and then I lose control entirely. It's a good way to force yourself into a sort of mindfulness meditative state, really." Exhaling through his nose in a way that made his nostrils flare, the alchemist rolled his eyes with a dry huff of laughter. "I'm a complicated man Jigano. I can hate things for multiple reasons I'll have you know." Chuckling with proper humour at that, Remi nodded a wry understanding. "Mm, no doubt." Rather thoughtfully, and with an entirely innocent looking expression, the alchemist shook his head. "After all she's done to me, I think I might just kill her on sight were I to see her again." Neron had once nearly had him thrown in jail. Loren was, well, Loren. Zariah was a domineering menace who needed to be put into her place. Even young Beatrix had tried to strong arm him once into doing her bidding. The only good one had been Peter, and so it made sense that he had died. remi Too long till I drown in your hands