we can't make any promises now

This was getting them nowhere. They were simply going in circles, the same ones they’d already well trod in the past. Only this time, there’d be only cold comfort at the end of the road, at least for Loren. That was probably the best that he could hope for, and all that he could allow himself to take from Remi. Any more would just make the librarian’s heart break further. And it wouldn’t be fair to either of them, but especially the alchemist. But this was a cycle, that's what the Launceleyn realized in that moment. Both with him, and with the two of them, and with the summoner’s family. Though he might not deserve this second chance, what he’d been given here was a rare opportunity to perhaps break the wheel that had sent him spinning towards oblivion time and time again, or at least change its course. Despite the fact that he doubted himself now more than ever, he forced himself to meet the other man’s eyes, even though Loren’s vision still swam with tears. “I will try. To...change.” That’s all he really could do, he supposed, try. He was too tired of this endless game of cat and mouse that left him more and more empty with each round. Dashing the tears on the back of his hand, he turned his head to stare at the ground. “But it will take time.” And space, which Loren didn’t ask for. He wasn’t sure the other man would give it to him. LOREN Not quite an open book