The white sheep of the family
It hurt to hear Remi speak about himself as just a cog, although it was tempered somewhat by his statement that he’d learned to be more than that. Loren was still struggling with that revelation himself, since he basically hadn’t reconciled what it meant for him to be in Caido and not Northaven, though he was definitely getting a crash course in that particular subject. Apparently pits were good for introspection and heartfelt conversations. Too bad Loren hated both of those things. ”Probably.” Remi had already expressed anger when Loren had tried to communicate that it wasn’t like the Launceleyn had an idyllic upbringing as a noble, so he figured it was probably best to steer clear of that conversation.
The expression and sounds coming from the other man would’ve been comical if the situation hadn’t been so unbelievably sad. ”You asked.” Loren’s voice came out in a soft whisper. However, as the alchemist’s shoulder came to rest against the summoner’s he couldn’t help but given Remi a pointed look. ”Seriously. Don’t apologize for that one. I think we can both agree it’s entirely my fault.” Both because the Launceleyn had been the one to disappear and because he wasn’t exactly open to love, even now. Maybe especially now.
The expression and sounds coming from the other man would’ve been comical if the situation hadn’t been so unbelievably sad. ”You asked.” Loren’s voice came out in a soft whisper. However, as the alchemist’s shoulder came to rest against the summoner’s he couldn’t help but given Remi a pointed look. ”Seriously. Don’t apologize for that one. I think we can both agree it’s entirely my fault.” Both because the Launceleyn had been the one to disappear and because he wasn’t exactly open to love, even now. Maybe especially now.
Will blood tell
