the house that built me

"I've never known Frey to care about much that we'd deem relevant." The alchemist said, resisting the urge to mention that Phoebe was the only one with a real relationship with them, and that he'd bet everything he owned that she'd likely trade the god for a new boyfriend, than information on their current situation. Remi looked casually at the orb in Jigano's hand. It was at about half-light it seemed. Half-way towards a new portal. The alchemist merely shrugged. 'Who knows, maybe I have been subtly smitten this whole time and am just too stupid to know it." My daughter is dead, my husband and I are constantly at odds, I've turned away from everyone and live on a beach. "I don't think they care at all. I think it is just...a bit of plaster. A way when the world goes to hell again as it did before and they encase everyone back in a bubble, they can point to these spheres and to us and say they tried. That it was our failings and not theirs." remi Too long till I drown in your hands