it's a long way home

cut up our losses into doable doses

ration our tears and sighs

"Well.." Remi returned, his easy playfulness in Ronin's presence returning without his permission and making something stab painfully at his heart. "Isla told me once it was like sewing on fabric that liked to talk back. Though...I do think she was making fun of me when she said that." The alchemist said with a sigh.

Creating a needle and...thread, he guessed, Remi listened while actively trying not to listen to what Ronin was saying. He tried to hear it as an alchemist and not a worried husband. "A parasite." He repeated, creating another cloth to wipe Ronin's arm with. If the bleeding (oozing?) didn't stop, there was no way he'd be able to stitch him up even if he knew what he was doing.

Tugging in a breath, Remi nodded and squeezed his eyes closed, fingers tapping lightly on the bottle he'd brought over. "Okay." He said breathing out. "Okay, okay, okay.." Only it wasn't, and he knew that.

"Gods you bleed a lot." Remi said with surprising amounts of frustration in his voice as he stood, gathering the blackened cloth in his hands, to throw it with a wet splat into the sink. Kicking at the basin, Remi leaned forward and let his head drop.

Remi

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