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please just don't forget me "Hey, I didn't say I only got drunk when I was sad. Just that when I do, I get fighty. Apparently." Except there was no "apparently" about it when Ronin had just admitted to it. Whilst he agreed with Remi on the concept of a government in their society, he couldn't help but feel that the alchemist was missing the point a bit. Tsking as he was nudged, Ronin followed after him into the great hall, sinking down to sit beside him. "Do you really believe, then, in your heart of hearts, that Zariah Launceleyn in power is going to be a good idea? After what she has done to you - twice. After the decree you heard for yourself. Is she better than no government at all?" He scowled, in particular, at the memory of the enlistment notice, and subconsciously he slipped an arm around Remi. "I don't know yet," he admitted. "I considered getting sad and getting drunk, but I think even on my best day, Zariah would kick my ass right now."