"Well, you cannot just make a child on your own." The alchemist said with a shrug. Perhaps used had a rather negative connotation, but still he thought it was fitting. Even so, it was not his place to lecture her, especially on a subject of which she was clearly the expert. So instead he just nodded, bit the inside of his lip and fell silent.
Wrapping his fingers around her shoulders and lacing them together, Remi hummed a soft note of agreement. "Yes...you are not the first to think so." He agreed slowly. "But...I do think that I loved him. Even if I do not remember it now, there is something inside of me that remembers. An emptiness that knows not what it needs, but knows that something is gone." Frowning and shaking his head, the alchemist let his cheek press against the top of Phoebe's head. "Trying to heal a heart that doesn't remember being broken is...well..." Gently he shrugged his shoulders.
He didn't really know what it was.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
