[Training] a pocket full of mumbles

'How romantic.' Remi agrees, his fingers shifting the cigarette between them that the smoke might create errant patterns as it softly smoulders. The alchemist is rather shit at sitting still. 'But I can see the difference. Northaven was quantity over quality to be sure.' The alchemist smirks at this, meeting Sunjata's gaze. He knows what he'll say next carries certain implications, but he mentally shrugs them off. "Sexual polygamy, I suppose. The thought of Ronin wanting anyone else was devastating to me back then." Waving a hand towards the roar of the ocean outside and all it implied for his life, the alchemist places his cigarette in the corner of his mouth. "And then Aoife died and we were deposited here by a fickle bitch of a goddess and I went a bit mad. It put things into perspective if nothing else. Now Ronin can do what he likes, with whomever he likes. Just so long as it's me that he returns to." R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space