Love mends even the broken parts
What I want does not matter.
It was a sick and twisted echo of what Loren had said when he first returned. To hear Remi say it reaffirmed that the Launceleyn had been right all along. ”And it’s smart for me to not want to be in your life.” The words came out matter-of-factly rather than cruelly: the summoner had no need to twist that one around at all, because it was so patently true. And as the alchemist repeated himself, saying he was wrong for a second time, Loren nodded. ”You were. But you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t accept your apology.” The other man couldn’t offer anything the Launceleyn wanted or needed.
Phoebe really must have the alchemist wrapped around her finger. Then again, maybe that was for the best. They both professed to be pure of heart and that all they wanted was for others to be happy, but in the end their need to feel loved and validated trumped all other concerns. Unlike them, the summoner would be honest with both himself and others. ”You’re right. I didn’t need to.” Pausing so he could smirk again, Loren felt his voice drop in pitch and volume. ”But I wanted to. And, in addition to telling me to be honest, you told me to do what I wanted. Oh, by the way, while we’re on the subject, everything I’ve told you today has been true. You can check, if you truly believe others will be completely honest with you.” They wouldn’t, and it would be their word against his, and Remi would believe them. The Launceleyn was under no illusion about that. However, he had no reason to lie to the other man.
”Let’s get the LongNight preparations done then.” If that was really what this was all about, then the alchemist didn’t need to talk about anyone or anything else. But it wasn’t, and they both knew it. Still, if Remi wanted to keep lying to Loren, that was the other man’s choice. Sometimes the truth hurt to hear—like when the Launceleyn revealed what Amalia had said to the alchemist—but lies usually did more harm in the end. The summoner’s certainly had, which was why he didn’t do it anymore.
However, Remi chose that moment to dig his heels in. As the alchemist took only two of the amulets the summoner had prepared, he let the third drop to the ground and took a step back, reentering the Manor. ”I’ll be with others physically, true. Give it to one of them.” He was entirely impassive as the other man’s voice broke. And the Launceleyn stayed motionless and expressionless as the next apology from the alchemist's lips. ”I said I didn’t need anything from you. That includes apologies.”
It was a sick and twisted echo of what Loren had said when he first returned. To hear Remi say it reaffirmed that the Launceleyn had been right all along. ”And it’s smart for me to not want to be in your life.” The words came out matter-of-factly rather than cruelly: the summoner had no need to twist that one around at all, because it was so patently true. And as the alchemist repeated himself, saying he was wrong for a second time, Loren nodded. ”You were. But you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t accept your apology.” The other man couldn’t offer anything the Launceleyn wanted or needed.
Phoebe really must have the alchemist wrapped around her finger. Then again, maybe that was for the best. They both professed to be pure of heart and that all they wanted was for others to be happy, but in the end their need to feel loved and validated trumped all other concerns. Unlike them, the summoner would be honest with both himself and others. ”You’re right. I didn’t need to.” Pausing so he could smirk again, Loren felt his voice drop in pitch and volume. ”But I wanted to. And, in addition to telling me to be honest, you told me to do what I wanted. Oh, by the way, while we’re on the subject, everything I’ve told you today has been true. You can check, if you truly believe others will be completely honest with you.” They wouldn’t, and it would be their word against his, and Remi would believe them. The Launceleyn was under no illusion about that. However, he had no reason to lie to the other man.
”Let’s get the LongNight preparations done then.” If that was really what this was all about, then the alchemist didn’t need to talk about anyone or anything else. But it wasn’t, and they both knew it. Still, if Remi wanted to keep lying to Loren, that was the other man’s choice. Sometimes the truth hurt to hear—like when the Launceleyn revealed what Amalia had said to the alchemist—but lies usually did more harm in the end. The summoner’s certainly had, which was why he didn’t do it anymore.
However, Remi chose that moment to dig his heels in. As the alchemist took only two of the amulets the summoner had prepared, he let the third drop to the ground and took a step back, reentering the Manor. ”I’ll be with others physically, true. Give it to one of them.” He was entirely impassive as the other man’s voice broke. And the Launceleyn stayed motionless and expressionless as the next apology from the alchemist's lips. ”I said I didn’t need anything from you. That includes apologies.”
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