we can't make any promises now

Rather than being rebuked by the duke's rejection of his olive branch, the alchemist merely chuckled. Boyish humour sparked brightly in his shattered sea-foam stare as his smile grew crooked, the dimple on one of his cheeks deepening with amusement. Shaking his head, curls now nearly entirely free of feathers, Remi stared at Loren as one might a child overly-tired, screaming that they don't want to go to sleep, when it fact it is all they want. "As much as you might think so, I think I will be the judge of that. I get to decide so very little nowadays, at least let me have this." He added, as if they were speaking of nothing more taxing or important than where to have lunch. Ronin was dying and he didn't have a say in that. The blight was spreading and despite his best efforts, of that he had no control either. If nothing else, he could decide how he felt about those in his life. If they stayed in his life, anyways. REMI Loving you was sunshine, but then it poured & I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences