quarter past midnight

R E M I "No kidding." He says with a wheeze, before realizing that it might have sounded more unkind than he meant it. Shaking his head apologetically, the alchemist then frowned. "I...wonder if we are all actually out there, somewhere." He murmured, brows furrowing. Snorting and nudging her affectionately with the feather her fingers were on, the alchemist shakes his head. He always had been a sucker for puns and silly metaphors, all the moreso from his friends. She reassures him that all is well enough, and he realizes still that he's being selfish. "If there is anything I can ever do, let me know. Though I suppose you are in a better position than I to find out if the Voice knows anything about your son. I wonder if she takes requests." He asks with a light laugh, not thinking about it too carefully. There isn't anyone from his world that he'd want to see again after all. For better or worse, they'd all come over with him.