I would rather be dead

it doesn't matter where you roam, when no one's left to call you home

"That hardly explains your behaviour for the past year though." Right now? Sure. Loren had lost Abasi and Remi would allow him his grief. It didn't change what an unsufferable martyr Loren had been for the past months though. "There you go again." The alchemist chuckled, shaking his head. "I never said anything of the sort, but leave it to you to create your own narrative where, shockingly, you're still the victim."

Pressing his thumb between his eyebrows as his other hand continued to softly schritch Astra's fur, the alchemist pulled in a breath and held it. Exhaling and opening his eyes, he looked up at Loren. "You? No. Her? Yes."

i might have strained a bit too far, i'm countin' all the moonlit stars