we can't make any promises now

"Loren." The alchemist implored softly. Like the librarian, Remi too could feel the downward and perpetual spiral of the conversation. Blind as he was, that didn't mean he was so naive as to not see the barriers as they rose however. There were cracks in them that the alchemist might use as footholds to scale them, but he suspected that wasn't what the Launceleyn wanted. And so, pulling in a breath and standing slightly straighter, Remi extended his hand. "I am Remi. Pleased to meet you, Loren." Should the Launceleyn take his hand, he'd find it just as strong and calloused as ever. Newfound magic or no, Remi still preferred to do as much with his hands as he could. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences