The white sheep of the family
”Well, I can’t say I blame them. They were certainly not designed to make people happy.” And they certainly seemed to have spawned their fair share of crazy people, the Launceleyns chief among them. Loren was under no illusion of that fact. However, when Remi began speaking about not knowing any better, not knowing it could be different, the summoner felt his breath hitch in and catch in his throat; suddenly, he couldn’t look at the alchemist, the memories that the other man lacked so clear and bright and painful as they rose in Loren’s mind. After all, he’d been the one to ask Remi to dream of a world like this.
And Remi had said no, at least at first.
And Remi had said no, at least at first.
Will blood tell
