hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end
Remi didn't want to hear it, and not simply because his normally overly forgiving and kind heart was bordering on being irreparably torn apart. He didn't want to hear it because...well, Loren wasn't as in the wrong as might have thought. That what Remi needed from his once-lover and maybe-friend didn't force an obligation onto the summoner to somehow be that. The Launceleyn didn't want touch, didn't want the alchemist's playful antics. That was fine.
It was why Remi had a husband after all, to be the things in the world he craved most. It wasn't Loren's fault that Ronin wasn't in a position to provide those things.
"It is fine. You were right, I know how you are." He said, animosity and upset gone from his voice, as was just about everything else. Now it was a hollowed out and accented shell. "Come on. You said you were wet and cold. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can dry."
It was why Remi had a husband after all, to be the things in the world he craved most. It wasn't Loren's fault that Ronin wasn't in a position to provide those things.
"It is fine. You were right, I know how you are." He said, animosity and upset gone from his voice, as was just about everything else. Now it was a hollowed out and accented shell. "Come on. You said you were wet and cold. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can dry."
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
