LOREN
Of course it was open. Loren remembered that much from his last visit to Remi’s workshop. However the summoner had been hoping to buy as much time as possible before having to see the alchemist. Still, the Launcleeyn pushed through without hesitation: though the cheerfully tinkling bell was totally at odds with the emptiness inside him, no hint of that showed on his face. Indeed, there wasn’t much of anything there except for a blank stare.
The other man was clearly visible at the back of the shop, though he was hunched over a piece of paper that he peered at intently. The summoner halted just inside the doorway, hands held at his side, posture nearly ramrod straight. ”It’s me.” His voice came out softly and carefully controlled. If Remi needed more than that, well, Loren wasn’t really sure he could give it.
The other man was clearly visible at the back of the shop, though he was hunched over a piece of paper that he peered at intently. The summoner halted just inside the doorway, hands held at his side, posture nearly ramrod straight. ”It’s me.” His voice came out softly and carefully controlled. If Remi needed more than that, well, Loren wasn’t really sure he could give it.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
