I don't want a whole lotta might-have-beens

bring back the water

Remi's hands went to Sam's shoulder and his upper arm, though the majority of the alchemist stayed where he was, refusing to be moved. Like some wild thing, he peered into the darkness of Sam's home, his head softly swaying no, as his shattered stare searched Sam's eyes.

"Sam—" He whispered, his gaze only half-focused, half-mad. "Sam...did you do it...the blight.." The alchemist swallowed again, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze became war torn and weary, his fingers pressing against Sam's skin. "..did you help spread it.."

let your ships roll in

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