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Remi's emotional well was nearly empty now, and though he knew his silence was likely upsetting to Sam, the alchemist had to press himself to care. It wasn't that he didn't, it was moreso that he hadn't the energy to show it. "Thanks Sam." He said gently, extending his hand in the darkness. If it was taken, Remi would squeeze softly against the bookmaker's long fingers. Perhaps as a gesture, it didn't' communicate what Remi needed or wanted it to, but having just hit another dead end it was all that Remi could give. REMI I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me