aftermath of something lethal

there are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

i'll tell you the truth

but never goodbye

"I am as well." Remi echoed, wanting badly to scrub his fingers into his curls and shake some hope back into his brain through the gashes his nails might leave. It wouldn't do any good of course, and though the alchemist wasn't terribly prone to violence, these days it seemed a tempting alternative to dealing properly with what was happening.

"Other than drink, you mean?" The alchemist replied with a wry and stony smile, raising the bottle to his lips and drinking deeply. The crisp bite of the alcohol was welcome, and never one to hurry into inebriation, today Remi thought that having the edge taken off of life was warranted.

"I have absolutely no idea." Remi said after a moment with a sad and final sort of honesty. "Everything I have tried...everything I have studied, it all comes to naught." He added setting the bottle down hard upon the table. Immediately regretting this small display of anger, magic bled from the alchemist's fingers into the table, smoothing away the subtle lines the bottom of the bottle had added to the wood. Humming an apology to Amalia though she wasn't present, the alchemist raised his shattered stare to Deimos and shrugged helplessly. "Phoebe has made samples that have yielded few results, all of my notes and studies of its progression in Ronin tell me little about what to expect next. Safrin has given him a season to live—" Biting his tongue and steeling himself for a moment, the alchemist shook his head as he corrected himself: "—had a season I suppose. It is less now."

Remi

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