Matters of the Soul

"Don't worry?" The alchemist admonished softly, as if not worrying about Sam was ever something Remi had successfully done. Kneeling down in front of the chair, Remi's no-longer shattered green stare watched Sam's fingers unbutton his shirt with a growing wariness. While it was true the alchemist was shirtless, something about watching another man undress—and for that man to be Sam no less—filled the alchemist with a cold spike of worry. Even so, if his friend was harmed... "Hey, here.." Remi said gently, a new shirt appearing in his hands. It was closer to Remi's fashion-sense than Sam's being a sort of muted-plaid pattern, but the cloth was soft and not covered in sticky ascended fluid. "A fight? With who?" He asked, his eyes know scouring his friend for signs of other wounds. The news about Lucas made Remi's lips part in a silent O of horror. "But..I thought that you..." didn't die? Though Remi's memories had been taken largely as a result of Lucas' actions, still the alchemist was horrified to hear he'd died. remi Too long till I drown in your hands