drifted down the deepening cool

aúsi, nos paramas // & still we stand

That it was Sam and not Loren, was perhaps an even bitter twist than thinking the summoner had come to replay the events of a few days prior. Remi stared at the bookmaker, his once dear friend and love, with eyes like cold bits of glass. Sam only bit those he was in a relationship with, unless he was under duress. And unless Loren was just behind him, Sam having only just bit him, then...

He wanted to say something like how could you? But he knew. Sam had always been selfish, Loren too. Though never in his wildest nightmares nor dreams had he pictured the Launceleyn and the bookmaker together. Thinking of it now made his stomach flop unhappily, and Remi turned angrily away.

"Then just keep to yourself, the tide will be out in a few hours." So saying, the alchemist leaned against the wall, tossing pebbles at the opposing side.

THE

ALCHEMIST

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