epilogue (open)

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do Maybe he had no right to feel as he did—not that Loren knew the full story—but he'd always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, for better or worse. Had he known though that his note had had the opposite effect, that his expression had only incited bitter feelings in the summoner, he might not have stayed quiet. In fact, there was no way he'd be able to. As it was Remi was hopelessly torn between what he wanted, what he needed, and what he'd promised. And so as Loren slammed open the door, the alchemist moved from behind the bookshelf, seeing with eyes far too clear, the desperately dark silhouette against the blinding white. Biting the inside of his lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood and make himself wince, Remi forced himself with all the self-restrain he had, to remain where he was.