LOREN
After Remi shifted and spoke, Loren just stared at the other man for a long moment. The Launceleyn blinked one, twice. Then he exploded. ”Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? This isn’t funny. I thought I killed you.” Apparently the alchemist thought now was a good time to be making jokes, when the summoner had fully convinced himself that he’d hurt the other man, or wose. Well, the remembered panic of that moment was now transitioning to anger.Remi might not remember Loren or his upbringing, but none of that mattered, and now seemed as good a time as any to educate the alchemist. ”I saw a threat, Remi. I didn’t know what was coming for me, despite your completely inadequate warning. And I’ve been trained to respond to potential threats with overwhelming force, like the rest of my family. The manticore just happened to be on my mind because you’d just shown it to me.” The summoner took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to get his rampant emotions under control, and ran a jerky hand through his hair. ”What were you thinking?”
A beggar's book
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a noble's blood
