the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

Loren wouldn't be able to see, by inside of his boots the alchemist's toes curled uncertainly as he nibbled the inside of his lip. Feathers sprouted in his curls as he too contemplated the heart-to-heart qualities of the pit and whether or not it was wise to give in to them. "Well...Edy said...when you left that.." It was a weird sort of emotional turmoil to have your emotions dictated by things you were told to remember, rather than their actual occurrences. And so the strange discomfort the alchemist felt in his chest and the chill in his belly was perhaps not as strong as it might have been; only a shadow of the actual emotion. "..well. You were with someone."

Trying not to look as uncomfortable as he was actually feeling, Remi squinted up at the Deepfrost sun and let it burn away everything he could see. "A sex cave is where she described you." He added with a healthy gulp.