but you can make me a drink

remi The higher I climb the farther I fall when I do “That is not a good death.” The alchemist replied, voice dead-pan and hollow sounding. Shaking as his hands were, his body felt as if it had gone quite cold, and though Loren was the drunk one, it was Remi’s room that was starting to spin. Swallowing and drawing in a breath, Remi bit his lower lip hard against the snarl that wanted to form there, swiping angrily at eyes instantly filled with tears. Why did no one notice he wasn’t inside?! Remi wanted to demand. He was part of the same stupid guild Loren was. How had no one noticed? Was Cera, like Remi, just easy to overlook? Kindness going ignored, squeakier wheels getting the grease? “Where is he now?” The alchemist asked finally once he trusted his voice not to crack entirely. Wrapped up as Caiside and Roana were?