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REMI

the alchemist

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair

'Told to remain in Halo, and yet... he was on the beach just a day ago, sending out invitations from Maea.' Remi waved a hand slightly as if to imply that this was precisely the sort of situation that Loren would always be able to come up with. Maea's dying wish; who could resist that? The alchemist hadn't been particularly close with Maea, but still, the Launceleyn's use of her death made even his stomach turn.

"Close as they might be...Neron has ever been considered with his own self-interest...I wonder if we couldn't just make it worth his while to keep Loren on a chain closer to home." Falling silent as Sunjata leans forward, Remi raises an interested brow to hear what the Arbiter might have on his mind.

It turns out to be a surprisingly welcomed offer because Sunjata is quite right: Neither he nor Ronin would likely be able to hold their tongues around the Launceleyns. Not after child-threatening and fake-suicide attempts. "That might be quite helpful. Neron nearly threw me in jail once, when I tore down a ridiculous political sign." Remi snorted into his glass at the memory, far away as it was.

Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!