quarter past midnight

R E M I "I am no longer sure I want to know." Remi added with a wry shake of his head. Many had asked him precisely that—Amalia, Loren—if he wanted his memories back. And honestly? He had no idea. Memories shaped who you were. Adding in those missing pieces to who Remi had become now? What good could it possibly do? He meets her laughter easily, playfully rolling his eyes as if her reassurance is merely feigned. Only..he knows it isn't. Though Remi isn't near the top of Rexanna's list of priorities, he does believe that she'll always have time for him. It's one of the reasons he so adores her. At first, the alchemist merely shakes his head, wondering what it might have been like for Rexanna of all people to appear with knowledge that the Launceleyn probably hated having others know. Especially given, as Remi found out later, that much of it wasn't true. The sex cave part, anyways. However as she mentioned having bit him, his smile began to fade ever so slightly as heat bloomed across his cheeks. Eyelashes fluttering, his fingers pulsed slightly against her waist as he swallowed hard. "Oh.." He managed after a moment, clearing his throat. It...it wasn't as though she'd done anything wrong, or Loren either. Not even that Rex had an obligation to tell him. Even so, having recently experienced what it was like to be bitten by his friend, and knowing what he did about Loren and how he felt about the summoner, Remi couldn't help but feel horribly conflicted. "...so you could summon it, then?" He asked after a moment, pale eyes flickering up.