The white sheep of the family
Still not looking at Remi, Loren took a much larger sip of the beer. Then he stared into the depths of the mug. "Beer before liquor, never been sicker, liquor before beer, you're in the clear." It came out as quietly as the alchemist's statement, barely above a whisper. "Of course, that assumes you can hold any liquor at all." Again, the healer was speaking more to himself.
At the other man's question, however, the Launceleyn's expression darkened. Taking another long gulp, he turned to face Remi. "Do you really care?" There was no real animosity in the words, just a dull recognition that the alchemist hardly seemed in the mood to hear the answer.
Turning away again, he stared forward for a long and silent moment. "Abasi died." The words were a little sad and a little bitter, but mostly just exhausted.
At the other man's question, however, the Launceleyn's expression darkened. Taking another long gulp, he turned to face Remi. "Do you really care?" There was no real animosity in the words, just a dull recognition that the alchemist hardly seemed in the mood to hear the answer.
Turning away again, he stared forward for a long and silent moment. "Abasi died." The words were a little sad and a little bitter, but mostly just exhausted.
Will blood tell
