we can't make any promises now

“No. Only when you forget that you can value your own wants and needs as much as you worry about everyone else’s.” The words were out of Loren’s mouth before he could stop them; Loren flinched when he heard them, and tugged on his sleeve to avoid even accidentally meeting the other man’s eyes. Just because what the summoner had said was true didn’t mean he had the right to say it. The name was unfamiliar, and so the Launceleyn gave the alchemist a quizzical glance. “Wessex is the tall female warrior?” His voice carried quite a deal of uncertainty, but it was uncanny how well Remi’s words mirrored the librarian’s thoughts. Seeing as Loren didn’t know the woman—and didn’t know the alchemist that well, not anymore—the Launceleyn couldn’t exactly comment on any similarities. Well, they could debate who it was actually easier for and whose approach was best all day long. Loren wanted to counter that just because something was the easy choice didn’t make it the right choice; he had a whole list of mistakes proving just that. But it wasn’t worth the argument. “It costs you nothing to let you try my way first, and potentially saves you a great deal of hassle.” Remi might’ve been able to sway Loren on pretty much everything else during this reunion, but the summoner had to draw a line somewhere, and this was it. "I'm not going to change my mind about this." Maybe straight up saying it would convince the alchemist, but the Launceleyn sincerely doubted it. LOREN Not quite an open book