My sweetest friend

REMI wish that we could go back in time, i'd be the one you thought you'd find Ludo didn't say no immediately. Hope grew. It rooted. It blossomed. Remi choked, unable to hold back the tears and laughter and euphoria that had already cultivated in that stretched silence. It hadn't said no. The light was green. It was— —"Anything." Remi replied immediately. He could feel Jigano's disappointment, the quite brooding and condescending stare on the back of his neck, but the alchemist hardly cared. He had meant it when he'd said his life meant little. Isla was a healer. Remi made baubles that fell out of the pockets of those he cared for. He was loved and might one day be missed, but Isla was worth so much more than he was. Even if others argued with him about that, it wasn't their choice to make. The light was green. Remi shook his head. "Please. Just bring her back." The alchemist agreed, though he knew not to what he had bound himself.